New Year: My love glues to old things
My old things, my friends
My sweaters,my blankets,
My diary and other belongings,
Are still warmer to my heart.
I love new year celebrating
For so many old things with me,
More cosy to my heart and soul
For all the changes in the time.
But not for men and women
With the changing of gratitude,
Change the subjects of a country
Kicking old values in its spine.
My old things and oldfriends
Are closer to my heart,
Solacing to my fighting senses
By keeping values and whipping my sins.
My new friends will be gold old
The days will settle down them cold,
Life is running miles of togetherness
And they will be tendering souls of silence.
Copyright 2020
Paramananda Mahanta
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes old is always gold Prescious to heart Adorable to memory New is an addition Turning gold in season. Beautifully written sir. Admirations.