Old Is Always Gold

Saved for the rainy day
opened the treasury
out came an old PARKER
still stalking
a glassy black beauty.

Sheets of paper
feigning to be white
without any malice,
margins and lines
showing signs of jaundice.

Yellowed dampness
of hard bound diary
thanking for redemption
and
praying for salvation.

Taunts also heard loud and clear,
‘take some rest
PC dear
old is always gold
discard us at your own peril’

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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