Changes Is Continuous Process

There are lots of people 

Some good, and some bad 

Few evils with good's mask 

And few angels with poison head 

This is what called the world 

Something not known 

And something known but unreal 

Hundreds of diverse form 

What do you belong to? 

What do you follow? 

Is it the Real You? 

Or something just like folk?

Change is a continuous process 

Mandatory to happen 

Be the change itself 

Let the world follow your faith