History Germinated In Solitude Poem by Saiful Sirnwel

Go away and run through.....
At the end of the deep forest
In the sky wearing sari
In leisure full of pain
In the shrine full of magic
In the history of human creation
In the prediction of primitive civilization..

Go away and run through.....
In the Indus River of Mehergarh
In the Abanti's heart of Ujjain
In the Buddha's bone marrow.
In the primitive voice of Brahmi script
In the Cuzco town of Inco
The houses full of grains...

Go away and run through.....
In the seven cities on Tiber,
In the Latin Calendar,
On the Great Wall of the Han Nation
On the shores of the Dragon,
In the floating gardens of Babylon,
On the agricultural rise
Of the Maya civilization...

Go away and run through.....
Delete the old boundary mark
Of the ancient divine
Throw the refined history
In the germinated quarantine..
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