The Beauty of Time

There was a time, when people did not want to know,anything but truth,There was a time, when people did not want to know,anything but goodness,There was a time, when people did not want to know,anything but useful,but all those where the good old times ,when men respected the men,men respected the women,truth prevailed,atrocities veiled and the world was young and was a nice place to live!Here is the time when people,want to here the evil,not the truth!Here is the time when people,want to see the evil,not the goodness!Here is the time when people,want to speak the evil, not anything useful!Respect is a word to be searched in the dictionary!truth has veiled, and atrocities prevail!And the world has grown older,When will those days be cyclically regeneratedarising from the ashes of the present!is the goodness and the virtue dying in the present day,to be reborn as a phoenix bird?History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farcebut hope always prevails,seeing the invisible, feeling the intangible and achieving the impossible.