The caller will change with time

Changing seasonal colors are for the good

Our relation changing by your mood

You were in the summer cool breeze

You’re cool when your dream is fulfilled

Your sweetness depend upon color of your face

It shows the game you're engage in will surface

Fog is removed by sunshine in day or two

But you left our memories frozen in time

You gave me new life with hurtful warning words

So now-a-days I’m engaged in the writing world

For a few years we were breathing and smelling the fresh air

Presently we're experiencing the dry leaves of autumn)

We had one voice in the solutions for the most of the time

Spoken words helplessly blown away in the universal time

We are drenched with showers of expectations

Blob, blog, now we're left with starving past relations

Please wake up in the rowing boat on my side

Flooding water will drain away on the sea side  

Future will be brightened by our next immigration of young generation  

Writing pages today is the hope and work of our older generation

Changing technology is changing the season of advancement 

This will appear in our genealogy with lingering reasons