Anonymous none in modern times; saving few,
As Eyes’ so discreet chasing night & day, aimed;
Amidst, ambiguous one’s surreptitious acts can also get,
Alike, how empty Blocks’ of monies in exchange Chained.
When old civilizations went into oblivion,
Enshrouded in ashes tried telling their tales;
Alas, lost in anthologies of sham projections,
Compiled in pages of textbooks but nailed.
So, what’s Map? Look not one but from distinct sights,
For any Nationalist, an enriched civilization, a pride.
Whereas, for any fallen kingdom, trying who all to escape,
But in the end, Both meet in impasse at border line.
There’re also who abetted flux for unknown intents,
To write in textbooks how territories redrew fate.
‘Insecure,’ contend who their pride; is reasonable,
And so as who all routed due to their own faith.🤔
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021