History as it is!

Why can’t history - 

deserve the form of its own?

Why can’t it be the same -

as it should have been known?

Stories keep changing –

though unique are the events, place and time,

Somewhere shown  with jest and pride,

Somewhere else as a detestable crime!

In the name of national pride –

controlled are the contours of the past,

Hiding up the illegal unjust –

With a good covering/chameleon mask.

If it’s known that mistakes are done,

Why can’t the perpetrators say sorry,

Why can’t it be amended to save future,

From more and more human misery!