By Sahana Abbi
My name is History, an honor conferred,
In legends, myths and tales that you’ve heard.
As time slips away, into a chamber of cold,
I am reborn as the new generations mold.
Hand in hand, I long to unfold,
For “H” in my name stands for heritage bold.
Then comes “I” for my influence roaring,
Where present day culture has my legacy soaring.
Underlying truths unfurl, discoveries longing,
Now you may even find me in textbooks boring.
I echo softly through the Red Fort’s stone of sand,
My cachet dawdles in “Minars” towering proud and grand.
In the pulse of the present, my powers expand.
For “S” shouts for our society, globally spanned.
From the rise of the Nazis to the conquest of Gaul,
The time the ripened fruit of empires, led to their fall,
I held their hand, I guided their way through it all.
For “T” remembers every timeline, big or small.
I have seen the world quarrel, not once but twice,
Conflict of thought comes at a rather heavy price.
For “OR” whispers opposites, that wars monopolize,
Humankind, soldiers convey countless sacrifice.
Dreams and fantasies dwell deep in my core,
From centuries, decades, years, days before.
For “Y” represents yesterday, a treasure to explore,
Those who forget it may ignite an uproar.
My name is History, an honor conferred,
In legends, myths and tales that you’ve heard.