Change

Withered sky broadens his arms
For the fossils gathering
Together thousands of blood ran black
Paving the wayFresh and alive
Redefining the legacy of faith upon change
Shuffling with new times
Up above the cold Everest
Beneath the darkened black blanket
Gleams that reflects from the pale faces
Our mother’s wrinkled cheeks makes a Perfect triangle
Vague all our tears of soul
Are taking a shape …
While he shouts out loud His first cry
Resonance coming from far-far away
Someone burning the pyre of his own son
Buzzing a rhyme of a beautiful song
Against the gloom of hazy yesterday
A young widowSmears the coffin of her husband
Embracing her memories
Cast a glance at a new born
She whispers softly ,infinitely
A baby sun rises
A baby sun rises