Home town

The mud-built house that stood near my house. The open field like an endless time it stretches from the villages and unending profile of lofty hills till the open sky. The daffodil glimpse implanted in my memory fluttering around and making its way through the present time. It sways and mingles with other memories, I applaud that it has found its way today.

At the moment, in this present, today, now everything has changed yet everything remains the same.