Old ways, Everything seems quite green, seeds I sow in past of memories I believe, never go back, look back But, the air, Air is still full of smell Smell of breathe…breath of happiness Happiness which never get Though in search of it ever & I found Happiness is myth; Myths are always attractive. …. Obsolete routine is hatred of these days And today , much fascinating With the innovative change I wanna retouch it, The new sun rays…. The new day!