It is lonely today,
The tales of old are no more told by the young and old !

Sinking down deep, memories flies away
Worried are the ears the enjoyed the tales of old.
Worried are the eyes that attested to the scenes of old.
As the young gather by the fire side as the old told tales of the jungle and mother nature.

Gone are the days of old,
Gone are the memories of old,
Gone are the morals of proper upbringing and culturing,
Lost and gone are we,
Lost and capsized are our route.

Quicking down as quick-sand, we wave "bye" to the beauties of old,
Here we stand chanting to a new era of mysteries

Deforested and silence the forest keeps,
defeathered and soaring into the unknown wingless birds fly !

Standing now the sculptic hands that crafted the reasons and lessons of old vanquish to the rise of a new age,
Forbidden, we cast away the golden memories of old.

Our hands are ideal,
our mouth keep silence,
as our morals and attributes is steered by the quest for fame, wealth and technology
Forgetting we all are still cruising in the vehicle of old,"world".

NB: The world is truly changing but it is still the old world, dumping the past to start all new is like burning a forest to ashes and trying hard to revive it to a newer and better forest from the ashes which is impossible.


#lessonsofpast.
#Sneha.
#Rachel.
#writcopoems.
#Newerera.