Nothing Is Unchanged Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Time moves on,
So is the civilisation,
The country that I lately visited,
Has made me poignant and glad.

There used to be
Ponds many,
Which are consumed already,
By the edifices utterly.

Lost in the womb of olden times,
Are the playgrounds,
Yet the roads make me smile,
For a while.

The village looks as if it
Changed its sheath,
As is done,
By the snake every so often.

I look for my ancient times,
I look for the old feelings,
I look for what I have lost,
Yes, I look for, at any cost.