stance

In the world outside, change is in the air

In the world inside, it’s the constant affair.

It's little strange

I don’t need to change;

in my garden, the same old tree

was there before my birth, will be still after me;

the same food, the same place,

same friends, the same dress;

if I remain the same,

I like who’re unlike me,

there’s nothing wrong, no shame

if I just let me be.
Like days and nights, fruits of the season I eat
Do not but repeat.

In the world outside, change is in the air

In the world inside, it’s the constant affair.