You asked me
not to change
and believe me
I have tried hard
to keep your words
But in front of me
everything has changed
An ice-cold coffee turned into a smoky tea
Dead trees came out of the coffins
with wide smiles and colored costumes
as if they are going to marry
again
and those little children
who loved to dance
in the seashore
naked
are kept themselves
under cover
I looked at you
and your quiet smile told me
things will not remain the same
as summer passes
and winter came
But why I feel
something within you and me
will not change?
But to discover
what is that
we have to walk on
the road of change
walk on the road of change Change visible or evolving slowly or through mutations is in accordance with the nature, in my opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful portrayal of the inevitable change of change is aptly captured in the piece. One thing we know for sure that is permanent is change. Lovely poem written with insight.