The drilling work was in progress;
The sound, unbearable.
Unusual as it may sound,
My mind was drawn
To people from the past;
Rich, famous and the change-makers –
The contributors who shared the walls,
Painting shades to the landscape called History.
Often quoted on occasions,
They breathe through the medium offered
And exist in the seconds of our memory clock.
A drill into their lives happen frequently;
That sounds unbearable!
Dissected time and again
With none to clarify
Their privacy gets auctioned off
And their pains never felt, sincerely.
Wish, the dead ‘rest in peace’.