Nothing, but nothing
is forever.
Days and nights
fall like dice
on the chausar.
Months and years,
slip through one's fingers
like sand.
All is but a play
of light and shade.
Nothing, but nothing
is permanent.
I am, the only one.
Permanent.
Who keeps changing,
every moment.
-गुलझार
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