Texture And Tendency Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Time goes running fast
The winds grow wise
The storms undo the spell
The traditions change
All the trends change
Courses go cropped
The cruxes come down
Models come updated
The definitions refine
Terms too excel ahead
The air index meets a shift
What doesn't stop is the nostalgia,
Nostalgia to stuck on the same signs
Past unguided by present is but a poker
Which intimidates from the underground
It's an statically fictional texture
That sucks out the soul of civilization.