a poem by Aakriti Sharma

History is a mystery.
Kings coming one by one,
capturing, plundering,
looting all over.

Queens and specially girls,
cannot come out of their homes.
No rights? No directives?

But one interesting thing,
they had a well equipped army.
Hoped that we had the same.
Only a hope.

This is History.
A Mystery
solved by a bard.