A walk, down the same lane.
A walk, down the same path.
A walk, by the same trees.
The trees that bear the same yellow flowers.
The flowers that have the same life.
The days when you feel ecstatic, you look at the blooming flowers up on the branches.
The days you are low, you find the same flowers down on the path trampled by the passers by.
A moment of bloom and then crushed to death.
There are days you see them blown away with the nasty wind.
There are days you see a child gather them from them from the mud.
And then you see them travelling with the breeze to a new place where they start their life all over again.
While you continue to walk on the same path, down the same lane.
Is it the time for change?
A walk, down the same path.
A walk, by the same trees.
The trees that bear the same yellow flowers.
The flowers that have the same life.
The days when you feel ecstatic, you look at the blooming flowers up on the branches.
The days you are low, you find the same flowers down on the path trampled by the passers by.
A moment of bloom and then crushed to death.
There are days you see them blown away with the nasty wind.
There are days you see a child gather them from them from the mud.
And then you see them travelling with the breeze to a new place where they start their life all over again.
While you continue to walk on the same path, down the same lane.
Is it the time for change?
Comments
Very werr written my dear...each word conveys the exact meaning of change..just loved the poetry!