There is always some change taking place in the world fragile,
In the vivid search of change, seekers run errands, from mile to mile.
But, if only those innocent, blind-like eyes , the truth could see,
That, a 'change' is always present around them, for the 'change' is meant to be.
A change is , when a sunrise turns into a golden sunset,
When a dry piece of cloth pursuits a drop of water and turns wet.
Change is when the green leaves turn red , depart from the tress and fall,
So, a change is which occurs reccuringly, for 'change' is the nature of all.
A change is when a heartbeats of a happy heart stops beating,
When that good ol' friend who waves at you every morrow , stops greeting.
A change is acknowledged , when the frown on the face turns into atleast a weak smile,
We call it a change, if it occurs in our lives, every once in a while.
Even though , one day, the legs that dance endlessly , stop moving,
It is the ray of hope, and the hope for a change, that keeps us going,
Change is when a frightful night turns into a lovely, sunny day,
Because, "Only change is permanent",is what our 'angel elders' say.
The poem is inspired by the idea, that everything in life keeps on changing, like it or not.