Seasons change and so do people, Memories are washed away in the oblivion ripple, Men and women run in the rat race to thrive And change becomes the only constant thing in life.
Territorially, structure of a country changes In a wide diversity civilization ranges Everyone knows that the ‘fittest’ only survive And change becomes the only constant thing in life.
Known faces become unknown, Out of despair old reminiscences moan, The Bygones are buried and the Present times revive And change becomes the only constant thing in life.
Flavors of living alter with the moving time Innovations and modernizations sublime Old acquaintances are forgotten and new ones arrive And change becomes the only constant thing in life
