OLD IS GOLD

Autumn setting way as usual to spring

Hasten the breezes the dances rhythmic

Of buds, flowers and leaves

But where's gone the once prevailed fragrance ?

     Plenty of birds of types various

     From corners farthest moving on

     But where's gone the melodious songs

    For the stressed minds a healing touch.

The waves dash over the shore

But rare to see the amazing beauty.

The rays still flash over the surface

But where's gone the inspiring wonderful glittering ? 

     Rain drops lash on the dried soil

     But where's gone the smell of newly wet dusts ?

     Fishes, frogs swim well all there

     But where's gone the mischievous playful spirit ?

sayed thangal