No-one knows of her death
no tourist or resident alike
but with third eye
one can view history
even if it be a myth
for myths have their place
in a materialistic world
she whispered one name
Suneem
as her tiny hand
reached out from a small opening
in a wall of red cave like appearance
along with her father
she was imprisoned
eventually both were walled up
and as the small opening
was finally filled in with rock
she curled into her father's frame
no option but to embrace death
why they faced such a terrible fate
it was not apparent in my dream
but I will forever see her small hand
reaching out to my twilit gaze
before the final rock was placed
covering her from view
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