The long path carved out by the numerous feet
is getting clearer day by day
The patches of grass that sideline the path
are becoming older day by day
The yellow leaves lying here and there
are sounding harsher day by day
The cricket pitch in one corner of the park
is getting popular day by day
The rusty swings in another corner
are screaching even more day by day
The swarm of the wires that hangs from the poles
is getting lower day by day

But the bench on which we sit is the same
and the red flowering tree that bends over us is the same
and the way it drops flowers on our heads is the same
and the way it filters the sunshine is the same
and the way it creates shapes on us with its shade is the same
and our love that gets nurtured under it is the same
You are the same
I am the same