Old Is Gold

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The 70s time is known as old

But that era was as precious as gold.

The education system is now getting harder,

A son for studies is tortured by his father.

Nowadays, for small distances we use cars

But in those days people walked 

Distances which were far.


In olden times, hundreds of people gathered

For a moment of sorrow;

But now even a son isn't there

For a dead mother.

Children used to play, be attentive and clean

But now they just sit in front of their screen.


So from our planet we have to remove

All these bad things.

Let's fly! The cage is open!

And we have two wings!


But some things are better than olden time

Hey! I'm not talking about T.V, mobile and slime!

People used to discriminate against girls and boys

But now women are working hand-in-hand,

Giving their best and being just as strong as men.


But the issue is plastic in the seas,

Electricity towers killing birds,

Overpopulation leading to deforestation

And global-warming taking over the world.

So no God will take birth,

Now we have to change the world.


Old is gold

New is diamond

But always remember—

Gold holds diamond.


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