Purity Of Old Times

No sooner The lights're on The poor moon Loses its shine Stars in the sky vanish In the background. Flow of pure Water in the stream Keeps on diminishing With advance of time Water holes seem To appear no more. Noise of all Moving vehicles Turns life on earth Into hell at times Making it difficult To face their rush. World becomes Warmer and warmer Day by day and Year after year Nature in several ways Shows its dreadful side. Life goes on Simply concluding Changes're imminent Inner soul murmurs Repeatedly asking For purity of old times.