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Dec 2013
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.
Pooja Shah
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Pooja Shah  India
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