It's Still Mystery Poem by Bidyarnab Das

I am mystery,
It's not a history,
It's a bit twisty,
It's not a comedy

I love history,
But I always found mystery,
It's sometime my teacher,
It's sometime my student,
It's sometime my friend,
It's sometime my enemy

A sunny day may bring the light,
And the darkness can fill the night,
You may love mystery,
But it's still a mystery

Wars were fought,
Won and lost,
I catched summers hot and winters cold,
But it's still mystery