In Old Love Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

In Old Love
Pravat Kumar Mandal

Old love does appeal love no more
Old body has lost its fragrance
Old mind has sheltered its deep sore
In the old heart there's no old sense

In the old way the tale is old,
Old language has lost its breath,
The old hearing has waned its bold
And old eye does arrange no wreath.

Old face reflects mourning image
The old kiss has consumed its warmth
Old hand finds its touch with old rage
The old embrace has lost its depth.

Old memories ambrosial
Newness in love is a fake show
The old is not commercial
Old happiness is welcome so.

(9th February,2020)