A forgotten spur.


She climbed up the stairs,
Without any thoughts.
She went to the terrace,
And could see a beautiful tomb across.

The skies were clear,
Yet not so blue,
It wasn’t the weather,
Yet there was dew.

The red stone of the tomb shone,
Yet not so really.
The grass around glistened,
No reason yet pretty.

She stared at the tomb, and kept staring at it,
No emotion in her heart, only slight regret.
She longed to be a part of some history too, if not this,
She warmed upto the thought of history- precise, yet mysterious.

She had contained her imagination always,
But it had somehow spilt today.
No limits put to it,
Yet it had crossed limits in some way.

The tomb was pretty,
And enchanted her.
It today planted a thought in her,
Or in fact re- kindled a FORGOTTEN SPUR.

-Stuti