Change is constant

Is this the end or the beginning?

Of a new age, of a new era

For something to blossom in its flow

Opposite has to end its show

Whether it is season, winter or summer

Or the end of twelfth hour

Whether it is day after night

Or the calmness which follows the fight

Look at the chameleon on the tree

Which changes its colour absolutely free

Now gaze at the leaves of that tree

Haven’t they changed this February?

Look at the ripples of the river

Is their nature same forever?

Now look at yourself who takes the dips

And imagines to be pure of all the trips

But have you ever noticed the fact

That the water in which you cleansed your acts

Does changes for every dip

And you say that the Ganga is same

For the eyes could not see the nature of game

Played by the nature around you

Making you a beast in the zoo

But once you become aware of the power

You turn to nature every hour

For your problems, for your miseries

Solution emerges from the trees

Or the rains, or the rivers ,

Or the flakes of the snow

Which makes you bow

To the entire creation

And its every revision

Reminding you every moment

That Change is something that is constant.

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