Power

Children watch in glee
Floating soap bubbles
Dance, clash, burst, vanish.

Branches that soared high
Shed leaves remorselessly
Forgetting crown they framed.

Blossoms that swayed in mirth
Wither to kiss mother earth 
Confirming nature’s path.

Master turns into servant 
Servant becomes a master
As it happened to Harishchandra.

Time’s potential none can assess!