A droplet of water
Evaporates as steam, shivers and becomes ice
In the arms of change, its states are not scattered,
Perpetual harmony doesn’t inflate its nature with arrogance
But humans?
At times with coquetry, at times with a blow of fate on the cheek
They change!
Rarely when needed, often when not!
Uncut possibilities, priorities not willed
A withered scent is emitted first from the body
The memory constricted by thought and thinking,
Rips from the past with a triumphant command!
Yet, let the desire for change sway once
That desire,
Ah, may that desire never be lacking!
The wet cry of revolutions first dries your throat
Then, like a droplet of water,
Either shivers or turns into steam
For humans, a perpetual migration
We cannot bind the hands of calendars!
Change
