THE MIRROR OF TIME

74 years down the memory lane,

battles fought incessantly with a foot in the grave,

The future like a foggy translucent glass and present as dark as a cave,

All the blood and suffering for the current human race?

A pitiful heart betrayed by the ironical definition of freedom

Is this the truth or did the mirrors break in the millennium?

for everything that is today is a reflection of all the yesterdays

Oh and everything that is today will reflect upon all the coming days.

The sabotaged and altered legacy is all that can be passed on,

The unborn, as tender as a bud, shall mourn.

For the image formed by now will be the only truth.

As frightening as a hurricane, there might never be another youth.

- By Aayushi Singh