History Poem by hiraa kazmi

Back again in the glorious archive,
where sun never seems to set
and moon forever appears to shine.
Out of all this stuff and strive
whatever appears is yours and mine.

Look back again where eagles perch
and vultures stare the victims hard,
Halt! for a moment at the sea of blood
Hush...when the line of betryals march.

sshh... for martyrs are resting here,
the peace and calmness must not dispelled,
such serenity the eye has never beheld.

Absorb the 'Hubris' of (now) silent monarchs
wonder as the eye of malice and tyranny sparks.

From the beginning till date only 'He' smiles at ease.