History...

Once upon a time, there was a compassionate, ruthless nomad

The tale stretches through decades, centuries, and eras of the adventures he had

Greatest solved-unsolved, clandestine-conspicuous mysteries

All of them were penned down in “his-story”

The alluring book trapped people inside, as it resided within their actions

It had all, the golden Eutopic ages and Dystopic destruction.

Only the winners had the privilege of being their chronicles told

While the truth was muffled with lies, ingenious plots were sold

The itinerant met so many people on this eternal road

While few maledictions were hurled at him, some blessings were bestowed

The wise respected the wanderer, the nescient ignored him

The warned vigilant were prepared, while the idiots took a large hit…

And just like that once upon a time, the wayfarer vanished into bliss

Only to be remembered as a legend, an ever-lasting myth… 

But here’s a funny thing I had an encounter with him yesterday

As that moment fleeted, presently became past, and tomorrow found its way

And that’s when it hit me, the brilliant man never disappeared

As buildings were burnt to the ground and the blood-smeared

The omniscient was writing everything with mistakes, tears, and sweat

The tome contained so many narratives of those who wept

The refugee, however, was not watching us from afar

His existence was scattered in each vicious smile, held in every soul’s scar…