This story is older than the reign of human minds.
A tale of suffering and cries.
Where wars were fought to convince the minds.
But not one could mend the broken hearts.
The eternal lies of survival were proclaimed.
The truth, as always was kept closed in some safe.
Buildings were built out of concrete.
With the sweat of the slaves still dripping down till date.
Prayers were said to wash away the sins.
And the fake masks took its place from within.
Every one promised a better future.
But not one could see it behold.
I wonder what they saw in the ruins.
Death, decay and doom.
No one could forget their misery.
The harsh reality of living.
A world which was soon to perish.
After all, the lose of the undead earned its time to cherish.
– Parveen Sultana