Wines, Bottles And Plato - Poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
I knew that old wine in a new bottle is better
than an old wine in an old bottle but not as good
as a new wine in an old bottle. But to clear my doubt
whether the new wine in a new bottle is better
than a new wine in an old bottle, I invited Plato
for a drink. He took a bottle, drank the wine
and placed the empty bottle on the table and
showed me that what goes inside is the wine
and not the bottle. Any advice? I asked.
Make New Wines he said, not new bottles.
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