Perplexity

Time changes Changes every thing From truth to beauty Every thing is moving From love to morality, Love is now a butterfly From this flower to that flower to flatter by This flower does not have That flower might have the desired pleasure This cave does not have surprises That cave might have the wonder! Morality is now A make up box, a mask A means to meet the selfish end A weapon man made Twist and turn to suit the whimsical trade. In the periphery of divinity now men is the guide The car of the morality men now drive. Truth remains not a truth at all It keeps changing with time and place Losing its beauty and divine grace In the eyes and minds beauty is very restless From the beginning permanently remains only the perplexity In the life of bewilderment absolute is the paradoxical irony.