Five Liners.3,4 (Rolling Wheels/ Change) - Poem by Valsa George
Ancestors depart, leaving no heirlooms to keep
Years flip by with all dreams stashed away
Sun sets casting dark shadows behind
Body weakens corroding vitality and drive
But mind, like a young girl, steams with longings!
A scarecrow smiles, an infant sneers
A lion bleats, a lamb growls
Thieves chase the police, peahens strut feathers n’ dance
In sync with the times,
Everything has changed!
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