Anil Kurmi . . . . . . . . . . . . . CHANGE . . . . The - TopicsExpress

Anil Kurmi . . . . . . . . . . . . . CHANGE . . . . The ray and light both appear My heart goes on fly to get so near Wonderful day, accepts the love Heart leaps up at flying dove Meadow and green near and by Beautiful and coloured open sky Plying with hopper green and green Enjoying the weather, the clear scene But its a fete of the crumpled cloud Roams at sudden with thunder aloud Growing and growing becomes so huge Seems to harness the beauty and views The blackened cloud grows dark and dark No green meadows , neither the park End of joys with the end of pleasure No rays and light, dark has seizure Oh my god , the bad is glad And so powerful but joy is sad If I were able to take revenge I would vanish such natural change I hate the change I hate such change I love the pleasure I hate revenge