History peeped into my eyes
sweeping the dust for a while
I saw the legends of yesteryears
weeping in the corridor
Time stood still, silence begun to roar
their crimson eyes told tales of pain
about some mystery, some history
of some souls offshore
The Romans, the Japanese and the Negroes
They all looked vacantly in depair
As some lousy souls walked by
bursting into insects with silicate laughters
I could take no more
vanquished, I escaped the uproar
But they stood there still in chains
to be raped everyday, again and again
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"some mystery, some history
of some souls offshore"
have nothing else to say..
This is poetry at its best........I love this...keep it up!!!!!!!!!I will definitely remember yr lines whwnver I m in museum....grt!!!!!
you nailed it :)
that what we have been talking for last 7 years I believe
"They all looked vacantly in depair
As some lousy souls walked by"
"I could take no more
vanquished, I escaped the uproar
But they stood there still in chains
to be raped everyday, again and again"
Sadly thats what we have been doing,wering our sunglasses day and night.Sadly, some of us dont even escape,for we have lost realisation..nothing to "vanquish"
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