Myths,legends,legacies.
What are they?
but our past, a vivid image-
of our ancestral spirit.
We indulge in these spirits.
In sepia forms, fading away-
in the dark mists of heritage.
We chase them,like memories chase us.
Writhing in mere restlessness,
man follows his history.
He fights,strives and battles,
for a flickering mirage,his past.
Gandhi, Washington and Mr Clause.
Our ancestral idols they may be.
Politicization,ideals and fear,
is all that; there may ever be.
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