The grape vine talks,
I never believed them.
You say, I hear, I trust.
But, a fearful change had to come.
Off late, it's different.
You talk, I learn more than you speak.
Ah! you don't know.
You don't know the way you thought you knew.
It's the demand of the months gone by - the space.
It's this space; day in and day out;
The words, they travel empty miles to reach.
My patience, you test; I abstain.
My temper, you examine; I refrain.
My silence, you question; I restrain.
Do not wonder, "How?'
Wear a smile; convincing enough.
Design a world; familiar enough.
Walk on. Isn't it simple?
I wish !