One of My old works, hope you enjoy.
An old man boldly said to a young,
With feebly, strong yet not harsh tongue,
“For I am not dead
To this day I am just frayed.
This huge world can change
But an old man of previous personality , ‘No!’
He is considered as the ‘Now Generation Foe’.
A named old who did things bold
Even his stories are as ice are cold.
Then what do I opt for is yet more vain
I think of writing on those days’ pains.
Nowadays, maybe a little piece of music folk
With boredom makes the youth sponge soak.
I am now left to die
Maybe none would even opt to cry!
Forgotten would be the days of those
Those even which related the Love Rose.
I will try to re energize those days,
Through my scoldings or mockery ways.”
The young man said to the the ancient feet,
“I may not…
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