Displacement Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman

Displacement

All things go the other way,
The home now becomes the second,
Third, and so on—
Towards the final place;
Uprooting the old ones and embracing a new, the
Name and number always being same and constant,
Should it then be a good idea to purchase a new coat
And leave the old one heavily embroidered but with lost lustre?

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