Amidst the rumbles and ruins,
Somewhere in that smell of history,
In her mind's eye,
Characters came alive again
Just like reincarnations.
Talking of emotions,
Fears and flaws
That was never a part of
Their battlefield of life
In the book's history is claimed to be true.
Of Jauhars and Sakas
That painted the walls soot black,
Of wars fought for and won;
Through blood, sweat and courage;
Of love, in stories immortal,
Of families standing by each other and not.
Of the bravest hearts which
Dreamt the impossible.
They told her tales,
Of war, love, harmony and dreams;
Woven in her mind's eye with imagination
Was now a person waiting for her
To tell their tales to the world,
Things beyond the causes,
That ruined the glorious past
And turned monuments into bricks
And their names are immortal.
© Suranya
