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Transformation


Transformation




Am I entering into the  whole new world where new genesis is being scripted ?

Oh! How painful it is to shun the old habits that persist,

I stand on the periphery , unknown of my destination, unprecedented times predicted,

Adieuing,  the old acquaintances on there sudden exist.


Transiting into this new world seems quite uneasy

for I long to digress into my old world.

 now the wilds have set their marches,

and the chirping of the birds has returned.

 Abandoned beaches and hills call me

and I am eager to embrace them intensely.


Why has the world distorted so swiftly?

Unlearning and relearning everything constantly,

I take a pause and ask myself earnestly

Where have the caretakers of the world gone?

They were so efficient and effective in everything they did assertively

right from the bottom of the sea to the loftiest of the sky.


parting away with my routine I find,

the serene nature has suddenly turned clamorous.

Is nature seeking revenge?

Is it the payback time imposed on the humanity

for the innumerable sins committed by them ?


Transformation is inevitable,

I am ready for this revolution,

 my actions will now be progressive

for I have to pull through  and witness  the new genesis

and be the testimony of the new world .




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