The Luminaries
In which you could only find great defeats
Worth more than a thousand lustreless victories
And you may come across people died for a cause
Whom you hesitate to call martyrs
They are names unknown
But their slayers are well remembered and
You might even know their names
No textbooks inscribe their stories
No poets compose lyrics on them
No squares are named after them
No monuments are erected to pay homage to them
They are the unknown citizens
They are the lost causes
Like fallen foliages they decay to become a compost
Like prop roots they always support the tree
They are the helpless common folk who lost their lives in the oppressive autocracy
They are the mass who allowed the leader to speak up
They are the soldiers who fought great battles and died unrecognised
They are the common workforce who built the great cities
They are the farmers who alleviated the hunger of the country
They are the ordinary citizens who loved their country and made it prosper
They are the invisible pillars that underpin the heft of the visible history
They are the inevitables in every history
Yet they are nowhere to be seen in the history
You cannot find them no matter how meticulous you are
For history is built upon their humble tombs
Under this onus they sleep without the pressure of being recognised
Fame never sojourned in their hovels
Glory never glanced at their plight
Yet they seemed content because
They are the luminaries
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