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'Making the Old Days Count'

"One day when we grow old we would tend to look back on our past
Thinking about the time when we built up the memories that would long last
The signages of ageing would be there on our body
And the most visible would be the wrinkles under our eyes
The hair also will change their color
And sitting on our rocking chair we will count the dollar
Trying to relive those days
Which will never come back
Seeing our parents getting old
Standing in front of mirror we will see ourselves turning old, day by day
Our Love for each other would, I believe, never fade
And the loyalty would definitely get paid
Having been written ample till that time
You still would remain the most CAPTIVATING part of my poetry
And before mixing up with the Air
We would write the book of friendship that never would be written, Ever."

                       - Pushkin Channan 

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