The Historian

By Farnaz H. Sha

In dusty tomes and forgotten lore,

A seeker of truth forevermore,

A historian delves with his curious eye,

Unraveling threads of a time gone by.

With a quill in hand and heart aflame,

He chronicles the past in endless games,

A puzzle he has mastered piece by piece,

A tapestry rich of human release.

Through ancient texts and crumbling stones,

He listens to whispers long overthrown,

Echoes of empires that have risen and fallen,

Lessons of triumph and moments stalled.

With every page a new story unfolds,

Of love and loss of trials untold,

Of dreams and strife of humanity's tide,

A testament to time's relentless stride.

A historian's art is a noble quest,

To preserve the past and give it rest,

A bridge between eras, dark and bright,

Guiding us forward through the endless night.

His legacy lives in every line,

A testament to time's grand design,

A historian's heart forever true,

A guardian of memories for you and me.

By Farnaz H. Sha