Change

Seasons change and so do people,
Memories are washed away in the oblivion ripple,
Men and women run in the rat race to thrive
And change becomes the only constant thing in life.

Territorially, structure of a country changes
In a wide diversity civilization ranges
Everyone knows that the ‘fittest’ only survive
And change becomes the only constant thing in life.

Known faces become unknown,
Out of despair old reminiscences moan,
The Bygones are buried and the Present times revive
And change becomes the only constant thing in life.

Flavors of living alter with the moving time
Innovations and modernizations sublime
Old acquaintances are forgotten and new ones arrive
And change becomes the only constant thing in life!