Lekhny Story -18-May-2024

In halls of history, where echoes play, We honor worlds of yesterday, On polished floors, in quiet light, A thousand tales take flight.

From distant lands and ancient shores, Artifacts whisper their lore, Brushed by time, yet standing still, They breathe a silent will.

Each canvas, stone, and fragile scroll, Weaves the fabric of our soul, Threads of culture, art, and strife, Woven through the loom of life.

In glass enshrined, or open space, Fragments of the human race, Speak of triumph, loss, and dream, In every shadow, glint, and gleam.

Here, a pharaoh’s gaze does meet, A pilgrim’s dusty, weary feet, A monarch’s crown, a poet’s pen, Unite the past, revive again.

The world within these walls confined, Awakens hearts and sparks the mind, To cherish, learn, and understand, The timeless touch of every hand.

So let us walk these corridors, As keepers of forgotten doors, On World Museum Day, we see, The boundless gift of memory.