A Fickle Nation Poem by Sonjoy Boishnab

Things fall apart; the centre does not hold.
A slow linear line... suddenly lost the track.
Moving too fast but not the same.
And, the gap witnesses a lot of change.
Change is eternal, change is utile.
But, change by force, is extremely futile.
What Everybody sees, they don't see.
What they see, Nobody sees.
I would say, Why?
Is it just the ignorance between self and entire?
Or, something deliberately appeared?
I know not.
Because, i have ears but hear not.
I have eyes but see not.
I have most revered Brain but use not.