My eyes are caught
At a century-old clay rooftop
With shabby interior of a tea-shop
Standing between concrete walls of two garment-shops.
I think of the owner’s leaning and obligations
To stay at old fashioned way floating on past,
Various steps keep the owner away from
Restructuring house on tracks of renovation.
I think of the time that is present
With its truth and it does not share
The changing of this time that others follow,
It is carefree and fairy tale to remember the past.