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Change


When things don't change in life
we wish it changes
when things do
we wish it never did

What is this change
which binds the human heart
and fears it so loud
that grips ?
But better ones never ?

Have you heard the long lost tale ? "Karur Poush maash to karur sorbonaash?"
Of bitter sweet tastes ?
Change is that which plunges us to the core
and thrust us up shore
to face this uncanny world
of new things
some old
same old but new
and some not even recognized by the eagle eye

Levels of laughter
Clouds of cries
Sea of smiles
All combine to welcome change
or even to revolt it

I am what i am
but I always want to be like that
Life is funny at times

- Saswati Barat
MARCH 22nd 2009

Comments

Jagjit said…
Life is funny at times. Well said. Very well written poem. Liked it.
Arnav said…
Well written :)
thank you .. both of you :)
Krishanu said…
Cool...but a weird way to end it...

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