Change, the constant – A poem

by | Oct 10, 2017 | durga | 8 comments

They say change is constant
So let there be some change
It doesn’t happen in an instant
It works at its own pace

Keep the nostalgia, they’re priceless
Discard the clutter, all worthless
Redesign, repaint, bring in the freshness
Introduce uncared corners to a thing called cleanliness

Get up and welcome a change in your life
Leave behind the doom and infuse a new life
It’s alright to indulge in a little bit of madness
Let change, the constant, lead you to happiness.

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8 Comments

  1. nice ponder… yes, let’s welcome the madness, and step into the change. thanks, durga, a poem after a long time.

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    • Thanks Indi. Ya, found some relaxing time after many days, so managed to jot down some thoughts.

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  2. mathiindhusm@gmail.com'

    hey Durga sis..i too hit by nostalgia yesterday and seeing your poem gives a new view..Thank you:)

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    • Hi gprs. Quite tricky this nostalgia is, isn’t it? Can’t decide whether to keep it or let go. Thanks for reading.

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  3. Nice Durga di.. I hate change and Varun gets bored without it.. Next time there is change I will try and remember your words.

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    • Change is good when it’s complete. It’s the process of change that’s annoying. That’s when we feel that things were better before. But knowing that overall, change is good and that the process is only temporary, one gets on with it anyway. Thanks for liking Rhea. ☺

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  4. ipkarshifan@gmail.com'

    Change is hard but unavoidable. Sometimes it goes smoothly and other times it could be bumpy. Nice one D!

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    • Aww thanks Kate. Change is tricky, hard to accept at times. But in a way, it is better to have some change rather than not having any. Stagnant water tends to rot.

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