ChangeA change comes and knocks at my door;
and waits outside for a very long time…
I am stubborn and my mind does not change
finally change changes its mind and leaves….
Before the calendar could change the day
it comes back again and drops a note
at my doorstep… it read like this
“You my friend have no future
I was your future but you did not let me in
change when you can
change if you need a future….”

Categories: Poetry


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