Traditions

Living with out traditions Rituals and festivals lost In memory of distant past We become nonexistent What is present but Built upon yesterday's foundation Brick by brick Thought by thought Ideals by ideals Yet all is transitory Struggle to keep past alive Becomes a fight to keep Present alive Life changing so fast Driving around I feel I am the walking past Of this new landscape In present we host Numerous ghost of past Becoming ourselves a ghost identity In desperation looking back At traditions and rituals To rescue an image Disappearing fast Like notebooks and cursive writing.