How Things Change
There was a day
There was a fear of exam
There was a hot noon
When I first saw a quite pie
With a thick braided hair till her hips
All the life who is in this world till now
It's hard to tell HOW THINGS CHANGE
My fear changes into excitement in hall
When i looked her next to me sitting and writing
She tho busy on her sheets I tho lost in her beauty
As after seed of a rose growing day by day
In my heart she loves to pluck the black Rose
from my heart and save as our memories
Hard to tell you HOW THINGS CHANGE
HOW THINGS CHANGE
As every bright day change into a dark night
As I have seen dark night with moon so
Hard to tell HOW THINGS CHANGE
HOW THINGS CHANGE
TO BE CONTINUE When THINGS AGAIN CHANGE
Dear all please forgive my mistake if their on writing
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