Books of History

Civilization is born
In an instant
And lost forever
It does resurface often; don’t count on it

The traces of logical development
All lost to the constant brisk stride of progress
The pace of everyday with broken sidewalks that line the streets
All missing from the newspapers I once read; my eyes have bled

The people who once existed become memoirs
Those memoirs with celebrities, now memories
All have been cast away and exiled
Only to come and meet us at our destiny

Children whom you loved to play with
The game has changed, my friends
One must start again
To make it into the books of history.

© VishalDutia

“Question like a child, reason like an adult, and write like a sage.” ― Criss Jami, Healology

“Question like a child, reason like an adult, and write like a sage.”
― Criss Jami, Healology