Winds of Change

Winds of change blow in time’s course clear
waft from an unseen end to unknown another
the momentum they gather from the power
the history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the message
the current events provide can’t be altered,
the aim they read on social landscape page
people delicately design can’t be changed.

Civilizations blew away in the destined gale
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on time in the gusty squall
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.

The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime
like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep
and bury under thick dust of the ageing time.
Indomitable spirit rises from the dust deep
new generations of belief and value emanate 
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply
transforming fast and invisibly the core insipid
of the traditional society of integrity and unity 
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing sense of change that gradually sips in, 
traditional concepts of living slowly recede 
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed
desperately designed to meet rather blindly 
the demands current times make irrationally.

The shape and the space of mind’s frame alters
with changing pictures it holds but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show 
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.

If winds of change blow too strong and abrasive
everything on way crumbles beyond recognition,
so savagely they gust nothing survives to retrieve
the wreckage can’t be swept aside, it stays on
for everything drags everything into the ruins.

August 31, 2017.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Ashley Avatar
September 3, 2017 at 7:07 PM
Congratulations on your win Subimal with this beautifully written poem! :)
Sinha-Roy Avatar
September 3, 2017 at 11:20 PM
Thank you, Susan for your appreciation.
Allison Avatar
September 2, 2017 at 6:43 PM
everything changes so quickly, congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx
Pandit Avatar
September 2, 2017 at 12:31 PM
Congrats Subimal!
Bocsa Avatar
August 31, 2017 at 3:38 AM
Uh! Wonderful verses, stanzas, rhymes, rhythm and image of world as Mary-go-round...Paul Klee has a picture with the Angel of History where a wind is ready to break his wings, the supposed wind of progress -philosophical ideas I also met at Max Horkheimer, Theodor Adorno and Walter Benjamin.Best regards and wishes.
Sinha-Roy Avatar
August 31, 2017 at 9:41 AM
Thank you, Ovidiu. Yes, that's the kind of wing breaking winds that we are facing blowing so fast that everything is changing at unprecedented speed. Thank you for commenting on my poem. the
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