“Old is gold”vs “old is in trash bin”

“Old is gold”vs “old is  in trash bin”

By

P.R.Ramachander

(Not original   but written based on what I read in tamil, with additions  and changes)

Relatives  and friends   inviting us,

For staying a week   with them ,

To take great food, to  laugh and  to cry,

Together and take leave of them with tears

Used to take place  once   upon    a time

“Why are  you  coming here? Are  we ,

Your servants and  where is space here?

Saying this  , our own   relatives   and friends,

Pushing us out   of their   own house,

Is what  is taking place    in modern time

Father  used to buy a huge long cloth and village tailor,

Used to stitch   dress with that for every one,

And if it gets torn before next festival  , Granma,

Wearing thick glasses  used  to stitch them  in dark rooms,

Used to take  place once   upon a time 

Every one of the family purchasing   for every new  journey,

Or festival, a very costly  new dress   and  throwing  them,

Out much before they look slightly old and youngsters,

Spending hard earned  money to  wear torn dresses,

Is what   is taking place  in the modern time

Mother  and granma  preparing wonderful  dishes,

And serving   with care  and noting who ate  what,

And preparing that  dish  which they all liked,

Again and again and the food being spiced  with affection,

Used to take  place   once upon a time

Family members   preferring    hotel   or swiggy food,

All the days   and all the time and most of families,

Having a  Bihari cook   who does  not know ,

How to cook  traditional    south Indian dishes,

Is   what  is taking place  in modern times

With all streets  in roads   filled   with young boys.

Playing cricket   and foot ball  and  with  most  of homes,

Filled  with girls  learning   all the work at home,

With grandparents  roaring with laugh along  with parents,

Used to take  place   once upon a time

With parks    and beaches   filled   with  youngsters  in love,

With  Mummy and daddy  more interested in party than home,

With grand parents  counting    days     to go to old age home,

Wi Is   what  is taking place  in modern times

th no one laughing  , with no one roaring and  every one serious,

Obey the elders  , salute   your parents  ,

Go to the temples  on all holidays,

Boy’s wearing  sacred   ash  and girls,

Having long hanging braid and kumkum,

Used to take  place  once  upon a time

Most  of elders  being admitted  in old age homes,

Most of us  forgetting   all our   daily rituals,

Boys  with spouting goatee  beard  and moustache,

Girls  with short hair  going to  salons  every week,

Is  what  is taking  place in modern times

“Old is gold  “ with tears  say the oldies,

“Old is in trash  bin “with roaring  laugh  say the youngsters