How many have walked,
Through your intricately carved corridors?
You were a home once,
A magnificent palace,
Do you reminisce for the days of glory?
Did your creator stop to think,
If these graceful walls would crumble,
Troubled by invasion and corruption?
Or were they only captivated, enamoured,
Enchanted by your beauty?
And if, only if, perchance,
Through perhaps divine intervention,
Some meandering benevolent should,
See gold in your ruined bones,
Can you feel the violations by strangers?
Where lies your soul?
In a world of modernity,
Where is your essence, your glory?
Have we lost all that we had,
Have we lost your beautiful story?