Old Is Gold Poem by Chingakham Dinakaran

Old Is Gold



How can we forget

Those old wines preserved hundreds of years tingling the sensation;

Those old cheese matured for years teasing the taste buds;

Those old soiled but musky smelled currency notes that bring smile up8to the eyes from the heart;

Those old songs that brings out those nostalgic feelings;

Those old faded memories of the fragrance of our first crush
and the big dent in our heart when that bubbles of infatuation burst;

Those old silly but unforgettable stories of our past that bring tears and smiles at the same time;

Those good old days we had spent together.

No doubt Old Is Gold

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