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.