Mortuary

History can never be repeated 

Same water does not flow

In the same stream 

At the same place 

We are all the time 

Doing nothing 

But creating 

Or harrassing history 

History which is in the making 

Wonders why  instead of 

Doing some good 

So that future generations 

Could be happier 

We waste days and months 

In recalling historical personages 

in the name of inspiration 

In their own times 

They did not look back for inspiration 

Time forced them to act 

And they did not lose grace

In the face of temptations

That is what makes them great.

What are we doing ?

We have no such sense of grace 

And spend our time  only 

Remembering their glorious actions 

I have seen history upset 

And irritated with such people 

Who instead of doing their duty 

Towards future, 

Drag the past heroes 

In the present who have 

Nothing to say about the future 

Of mankind 

Which is afflicted by AI.

History is like a corpse 

Kept at a mortuary 

We are doctors who visit 

The mortuary day and night 

And come up with our own theories.

Who  murdered whom and 

What was the exact time 

Corpses do not speak

Only thank us for doting over dead.