Change is inevitable

Change is inevitable
Miles and miles away,
from my home country,
here, in California, I see
the popped up rosy buds
amidst barren twigs, the wintry
winds blowing, those magnolia

limpid , crave for the warmth of sun,
with the changing seasonal shifts,
how much of change , change brings
in the distance of Time and
Wuthering, weathering days,
God alone does not change,

I live the present
With a fervent hope to
See the tactile drama
Of ordained life in the future,
While viewing the past,
How much of challenge

One sees in the negatively
Pointed, corroding ego,
Inner vision presages
like a sooth sayer,
change for the better is
inevitable, imminent.