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I wonder as innumerable people change under the changing skies,
Countless stories of love, lust and betrayal are constructed with good lies.
What may come of the stories as fate unfurls,
Make or break beliefs as hearts overcome the crazy curls.
All seems tangled and no hope dawns,
They talk to the unseen and blame the fortune's pawns.
Life moves as time heals the wounds and erases the lessons,
Making all the same and ready for more possessions.
They come back to the loop to attach and ignore the worst,
Leaving self unprepared for the untimely change to dust.
And so on the lives dwell under the changing skies,
Forgetting the simple lessons from the hard times.
Infinitely ignoring the truth and the storytellers
They make fun and seek illusion from marketers and sellers.
All it takes is a pray to self to never to lament,
A talk to self to walk the path unstrung, with no attachment.
If all may be taken away forever not to return,
Not a part of self shall sway and succumb.
Teach to love one's life's every part making it grow,
Learn life's lesson and share it to make the creed grow.
Be it happiness, Be it Sadness, hope to be the same,
Have a will to continue with a mind detached and sane.
Have the soul that talks, and fights the lies,
Make a soul that shows the paths under the changing skies.
Credits: Picture -- © 2010 Salil Lawande Photography, Poem Idea -- Teachings of Seneca
