What is true up above the sky blue?
The deserts and oceans?
The fountains and mountains?
The fields and vegetation or greenery?
The orchards or forestry?
The temples, factories, buildings and establishments
The firms and developments.
Nothing exists permanently and forever,
The wheels of momentariness rotates all over.
The transformation, changes creation,
But itself it is as stable as the peak of the mountain.
The change determines misfortunes and fortunes.
To some it's a curse and others a boon.
The soldiers of change are storm, famine,
flood, earthquake and tide:
Permanency is deliberately shattered and
embraces momentariness side.
So nothing is true thus nothing permanently lasts,
Truth which appears
but its falsity's volcanic, disastrous, ruinous blast
Perhaps these drops of forgotten ink!!!!
Make indelible impressions on the sands of time.....................................