“No change”

Time flows like the never winding path

And one end brings another beginning;

Many a times the leaves divorce with the branch

On the bushes and hedges and perennials,

Many a times is the nakedness of greenness

Exposed to the daily journey of wind__

Sometimes burning hot current hurt

The virginity of that golden greenness;

Sometimes the frozen chilly wind,

Numbs the beauty of their existence:

And thus tortured poor green creature

Weep but to themselves;

Yet unheard their voices fade.

like all this phenomenon

There flows in me a long unending river

Of sentiments mixed with craze,

And the greenness along the side

Thrives as fresh and beautiful

As they were in gone days.

                                                  With each leap of arm on the watch                     

Takes me but to the same situation old days_

I continue to exist in you!