Not Always Like A Chameleon.. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

we change every day every moment
new birth every other day is so common!
old friends go really very old if we never
meet that often though we love to get nostalgic ever.
a life like a nippy car runs the laps too fast
and all the hands that wave recede back to the last.
our likes and dislikes change like the flowers in a vase
we change every day and old humors turn now farce.
we may seem to be well known to each other
but only next day each one may be a stranger.
the fleeing years not only ruffle the life pages
they too write their words in the train of running ages.
let alone the rest of the world we are so amazed
to find our new cradles and coffins in Time`s day- bed.