Can mere dates and incidents and
thirst and hunger of some king size monsters sucking the blood of people speak the truth of a time and space?
Suffering and celebration of life
is missing in the extravagance of rulers. History to be rewritten anew for truth to be discovered in the pages of poetry alone
It is not only a recording of the past but also a forecast of the future
by the seers and mostly a concern
of the present lived by the mass
The history of politicians is the history of hypocrisy. The history
of war is the history of blind men.
The history of religion is the history of ignorance. The history of philosophy is the history of wise man
But where is the real history
The history of common men?
But where is the real history
The history of common men?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem