The wings are burnt,
Yes, that's the history of bravery.
But how long the soul earns respect for the brave?
Time proofs them,
time hides them,
they are gems by birth,
rare they crowned after death.
History is just not past.
It's, life.
leading from time,
then and now.
But men of rulers
forget, challenge, mistrust and
will be- "just a page of that book".
Brave men, die in love for the nation.
But, they are skipped under
the freedom of politics.
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Burning Pages
Poetrya short poem about the history of being brave and reflect on present
