Time runs on, relentlessly.
History follows, in synchrony,
Dancing along, keeping pace...
Old wounds heal,
Scars diminish till they are gone...
Old debris is re-shuffled,
New pages and pictures come to light...
Killers appear to be martyrs,
Fathers of nations and Mahatmas appear human, their halo of glory gone...
But time still runs on, relentlessly.
History follows, in synchrony,
Dancing along, keeping pace...
Tyrants cannot become martyr and vice versa despite camouflaging it. Beautiful write.
Very nicely envisioned. Groovy writing, beautiful word choice. Thanks a lot.. Dear Chatterjee, keep the ball rolling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gandhi I've read about, Godse I do not know. Beautiful and insightful poem. Thanks for sharing Jasbir.