Treasure Island

atraeyee purkait

(21st may 85)

Change


Change is the rolling stone…
Continuous and driven by cause,
Desiring a change is not enough…
Molding oneself with the change is the game.

Change your dressing style, change your ways…
Cut your hairs or change your name,
Get a makeover or change with trends…
The soul remains the same.

We cry with change, we grow with change…
Longing for change still unprepared for change,
Sometimes surprised sometimes disheartened …
We move on with the change.

Life has a call to make to the phenomenal change…
A change to meet the azure high,
Smile back to the setbacks and walk on the miles ahead…
Standing falling all these way I am a better me each day.

Submitted: Sunday, December 06, 2009
Edited: Sunday, December 06, 2009

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