When Time Fought

Some folks of have strange tales

Pumping through their veins,

That’ll remind you of fairytales.

Those marks are not stains,

But are remains

From a battle fought

At the ghats and plains.

Hear, hear, there’s something it taught.

 

They’ve followed trails

Of cargo trains

At dusk in silence like its tails.

These marks are not stains,

But the lanes

Of a passage trot

In the midst of blood shed and hurricanes.

Hear, hear, there’s something it taught.

 

There are letters instead of emails

That have dodged the rains

To whisper promises against the banes.

Those marks are not stains,

But love and its claims

That shot

War with belief and a game.

Hear, hear, there’s something it taught.

 

So ask the ancient man to tell his tales.

These marks are not stains,

But medals from when time fought.

Hear, hear, there’s something it taught.

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