Change ode

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“To change and let change” is the only color of life.
Everything seems so strange except the impeccable truth in strife.

Who needs and what is needed to change”?
To gear yourself up in a climate, utterly out of range.

To acclimate to the adversities of life,
To hold yourself up in steady motion, when in rife.

Is the phenomena termed ‘To change?’
Where sometimes even the truth becomes colored and strange.

“Change accordingly”, should be our life’s main motto.
When the disturbance of the mind dives in the deepest, darkest grotto.

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Koyel Mitra

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Change is the only constant. Let us enjoy the ride on this roller coaster of life, where your position changes all the time, yet the mind in its extreme smartness, adjusts constantly, nanoseconds change.

asoke kumar mitra

aaahhhhhh………..lovely write. the imagery worked here brilliantly. change is the word……it happens every time.


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