I have often heard my aunt say that
Antiques have a value more than
What they could fetch on sale
I Have always felt those words sound antic,
Have dumped whatever my parents
Had left with me in the attic
I have, of late, found a handful of ants
Visiting my attic more often
Antiquity they- perhaps only the ants knew
How dearly they had them acquired
Antiquarians they, teach me a lesson or two
In lieu of my modern antiquated attitude!
9th June 2009
Value never says a prize...it always says a goodbye to last....an endless worth of moment to face the intriguing soul that hold the key to the past....fantastic poem of all time, a freedom of wondering lies in this poem...thank you for sharing...a 10 +++++
great ideas..meaningful..amusing memories of things..the value.. the past and the present fantastic...poetically described 10+++++++ lovelots maia
Good combination of imagination and intelligence and vocabulary. Very engineerly. Thanks.
Legacy lovers are in favor of antiques for then if ants use antics as fodder oh gosh… Well may give rise to controversy if we shun antique and accept modernity some time after modern will become antique…like fashion only question of time to be back Great write Sir 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
I liek this VKN style poem where lanagauge perorms sheershaasanams..
Ants, attics and Antique's make an Amusing read, Kesav. Great thought you carried through here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amusing, Kesav. You can't take it with you, after all. 10 for you and ten for the ants. Always your friend, Sandra