The time has taught us,
To remember and learn.
But we humans can never earn,
The prospects of history that you create.
Words that you have bound,
On the young minds
A day comes for this earth,
We revolve again in that clock
And see the land that has bled,
A land so impure.
With the blood of those who scrape it with metal.
History, in love with itself,
tends to repeat this cycle.
Do not forbid the child from touching the fire,
Let them burn in their own hell!
What’s virtue for you is a sin for my religion,
My God tells me,
If we do not learn now,
You’ll take us again there
Where there is bloodshed and screams everywhere,
Close your eyes and trace your shadows
Know where you stand on your trial.
B.A Eng. Hons., Jamia Millia Islamia