Change is the father of nature
Of universe and its things
As a thief its comes
Act like a bullish king without
mercy for the unprepared.
Change appear to men
Some cry some joyfully shout
Change appear to animals
Men bear the profit and loss
Change appear to weather
Men study calendar of year
To prepare for war of the throat.
Hot tears
Bleak joy
Change is king
Men are serf.
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