Where Stones Speak I stand the test of time In the glory of the past I stand to witness blood Love and lust. I stand to witness power struggles Mighty and the mightier. Worn from the age Torn between kings I look ugly and scarred. I once stood lofty As tall as none around me The Queens gossiped on my roofs The kings appeared on the jharokha. The children played hide and seek In the corridors that now lay abandoned. I was once a happy home. Now another monumental palace of silence. Poetry carved in stones. #yopowrimo
