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Old Age


*Old Age* It has been a long time Since time has passed by The feathers of the Eagle Has withered away long hence Old age leads people depend upon stick But neither can we deny their experience From time hence we have seen That old is referred to as gold But all in vein,all in vein In modern age people prefer Staying with young generation Depriving those age old peoples Of their vast experience Let the young generation Come to a solution Let the old people may not be deprived Let us take the initiative Of bringing them up Giving them their desired respect Of which they are deserving Until their last breath... By Chiranjit Shil #Suman
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