Old Song Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The old bird sings,
But nobody listens,
Thinking the song old and obsolete,
The bird becomes sad and gloomy.
His old friend comes and inspires the bird
To sing with his fullest energy and spirit,
The bird sings with his utmost effort,
This time everybody comes
And listens to him with rapt attention,
The old bird becomes ecstatic with delight,
Tears of joy spontaneously come in his eyes;
The great friend boldly proclaims,
"The old is the best,
The old song can easily excel everything,
If it is enthusiastically sung with its true class and flair."