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The winds of change blow harsh
in crushing time’s unidirectional course, 
waft from an unseen end to another unknown.
The momentum they gather from the ordained power 
increases ever with the turn of time’s wheel.
The direction they receive from the message of events
can’t be altered in the pages of history.

Civilizations blew away in the destined gales,
the Indus valley society desiccated in the desert.
Empires collapsed in time’s wasteland in gusty squall,
the Aztec kingdom dissipated despite its strength. 

Mankind sheds the unwanted old grime,
like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep
and bury under the thick dust of the ageing time.
Indomitable spirit rises from the debris of the wrecked,
new societies with changed belief and value emanate, 
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change until they wane to disappear. 

The strike of destined wrath the time arrows apply,
transform fast and invisibly the insipid core 
of the promising society of integrity and unity 
into a degenerated deceptive one that’s steeped
in intolerance and hostility to be lost in oblivion.

The shape and space of minds’ frames alter
with the changing pictures they hold 
of the time and the people that are constant movers,
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show, 
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow
across the cauldron of history, 
piling up the ruins of the societies lost.

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