With mindsets rapidly diminished.
Fixed and glued unchanging,
On a fast paced landscape.
In a stationary place…
Slowly eroding,
And being erased.
There are those who stay unfazed.
Sitting stubbornly in positions…
And restricting themselves as they age!
Becoming the ones undaunted.
With demands to have things done.
As it had been in those ‘olden days’…
When even the ones who once lived back then,
Will never again see the light of Sun!
And turning into dust,
In air that comes to sweep dust up.
To blow it away from those who pray…
For chances to keep yesterdays reminisced.