Things Change, Not Yet Still

Naught but a prison does it change, A parrot struggles, cage to change. And in a daunting long journey, How many still manage to change? It's hard in a crowd to spot you, If your visage ye often change. Tears always have tasted salty, Good times only their garments change. Splash or splutter, malign, throw stones, Waves silence rage, not so does change. Change, change the whole of you if can, It's no use your image to change. Passing age leaves leaving presage, Same is the play, same stage, no change! ______________________________________________ Ghazals | 06.12.13 |