As like the seasons,
Things change,
yet why do we hold them so permanently?
As if they were rocks, hardly to be seen changing.

There is no exception,
Neither today nor tomorrow,
Time flows,
So do things, moving with time.
We too change as time flows.

The invisible changes occurs,
In every nano second,
And no one,
Has the opportunity to remain the same.

Time Chases us,
So does nature,
We can’t escape,
From the chasing of impermanence.

I wonder,
Who else has the leisure,
Of being fixed
Even for a few second.

Be free from,
The net of expectations,
And clinging.
By accepting,
The nature of impermanence.