Transformation comes,
To push forward...
From what has been done.
Sometimes paining with a laborious birth,
Endured.
Insuring something new...
That is introduced as glorious,
And pure.
Transformation comes.
And people do adapt to embrace this change.
Very few can block or stop it.
Or insist what had been 'before' accepted,
Remains the same.
But with each season that begins a fresh start,
To end for another.
We here who witness it...
May express our opinions and have our druthers,
Fixed and stubborn.
When transformation comes...
Everyone is powerless to resist,
Its completeness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem