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Modern generation younger brother of old generation The older brother taught us leave with tradition The younger brother dragging us into the brightness of modernisation Older brother says to younger. - poems

 

Modern generation younger brother of old generation

The older brother taught us leave with tradition

The younger brother dragging us into the brightness of modernisation

Older brother says to younger

 Come back there is nothing fine all are not more than a moon shines 

Younger responses to older go back from

All are mine because here the sun also shines

Older always tries to wake younger up with sweetness of SHUPRABHAT

Younger gets up with good morning’s hot shot

While the older knows the word NAMASTEY to welcome

Younger says what’s wrong if I say HEY to tell them

Older says life would look good if you walk with your originality

Younger says life wants changes for being more beautiful if you could accept this reality

Older says the place you are leaving

Is not more than a fabrication

Younger says

 How could you feel? Unless you be inside my generation

Older says I am the older I know better what’s what

Younger says I am old enough to understand the beating of life’s heart

Older says

Have you ever seen a real beauty? You will see here in my world.

Younger in response

Seeing is not just the satisfaction come I will show you here in my world

Older:       what are all these changes?

Younger:  trying to give some freshness.

Older:       such freshness has not real fragrance.

Younger: to smell it needs a kind of involvedness

Older:       Is it good to forget our old one?

Younger: not bad to accepting the new one.

Older:       where have you lost come back?

Younger: I am already here, try to see me mate.

Older:      I can’t believe you are being stubborn.

Younger: whatever brother I am in front.

Older:      see the land, see the sky can’t you see tears of sorrow for being everything lost.

Younger: may be that the tears of pleasure for getting everything so fast.

Older:      are you mad?

Younger: why are you being sad?

Older:      you are watching the world through colored spectacles.

Younger: life is short need to be practical.

Older:      I mean to get ahead

                 But must remind the things you left in the old rake

                 Must remind the people you face

                 Must remind the bed you rest  

                 Don’t go more than the fact

                 Your world is nice

                 May be it has things we like

                 But don’t forget the side you spent your very first time

                 At the very prime of your life it was I with you

                 When you moved with your first step it was I to hold you

                 When you got up properly it was I being truly

                 It is I you belong exactly

                 I appreciate your world but it has been drenched by my blood.

                 Have you forgotten?

Younger: I am guilty for whatever I said just in a while

                 Without giving even a bit of a consideration

                 I have walked a mile

                 Not to think of your effort inside my smile

                 I could not remind my HOLLY water

                 Inside the drink of SHODA & WHISKY bottle

                 How could I lose myself?

                 In two meter of mini SKIRT than a five meter of a long SAREE

                 I am sorry not to think of you, being so hast

                 I still need you in my every step

                 Let’s close this file as I have left no words in that

                 I am sorry for the being so fast.

Nirmala Sharma

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