Poem: The Old was Gold

By: Pijush Kanti Deb

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When history started its moving towards light
Everything was just like
The earth’s revolution around the sun
Throwing
No seed of controversy
No greed for interchange
And no misdeed of superiority or inferiority complex
As someone was there to control
Each and every step and tongue
Of the regulated feet and mouth
Yet unabated are the running wheels of history,
Habituated are the luminous mornings
To be knitted by the dark nights
With multicolored thread
And unfortunate are the eyes
To witness the capricious acts of
Camouflaged weather,
Auto-programmed is the heart
To tolerate its discriminating repercussions
And competent is the soul
To recognize the recent revolution
Of everything around the sun
And its composition of an epic of controversies,
Support to the events of interchange
And direction in a dual
Between the superiority and inferiority complex
But with a long sigh of repentance
Whispering ‘’The old was gold’’.

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