History

Who does History serve?
Where do its broken feathers rest?
To know that History is here and now,
Who manages to pass this test?

To think of History as a blotting paper,
Pens surely are sharper than swords;
The deeper you go, the darker the ink gets
But
It's always a story of numbers and overlords.

History is both a lens and a dagger,
A machine of wealth, forever in swagger.
History is dried blood, looking for a partner
Every Now is a Then, each past a future.

ইতিহাস এক উল্কি-অলঙ্কৃত পুরুষ,
খোলা খাপে দু-মুখো তরবারি,
যজ্ঞ শিখায় দণ্ডিত প্রেতপুরী
আবার মুক্তকেশা অপরূপা নারী।
ইতিহাসের ইতিহাসে ইতিহাস হাসে
না লেখা ইতিহাস গিয়েছে সন্যাসে ।।