A museum of the future

dead man say no tales

A museum of the future

Emperor’s clothes were torn and tired

Displayed in the shelf

Golden crown with no head to wear

Stood pitying itself

Diamond necklaces, jewels and pearls

Silver plates and spoons

Sealed and enveloped in the glass boxes

Stood staring with pleading eyes

To be buried from hundred years

The swords, guns and the battle tanks

Were arranged like corpse

After a massive destruction

Waiting to be cremated

And the portraits of the mightiest men of past

With their feet set on the kill

Lions, wild buffaloes and deer

Once a pride on the wall

Now stood with their heads down

The chambers of the queens

The maids, damsels and the dancers

Appeared like an age old orphanage

Lonely and isolated

The bricks, walls and the pillars

Of the royal courtroom

Stood silent, holding the sketches

Of an era dead and smiling

The designed and carved ceilings

Tired of clutching the lanterns and the chandeliers

Without radiance dangled, frowned and appeared pale

How dead this place is, I thought

Yet alive with a majestic history to hold on

I walked into the palace

And came out of a museum

For every palace of the past is

 But, a museum of the future

An emperor too had

But only one life to hold on!

 

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar