Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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A beautiful miniature of a Plough
The young man brought for his father
As a loving memory of childhood
The old man who ploughed the fertile land
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Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
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Seema Jayaraman 04 November 2015

the change in our lifestyles from rural agrarian societies and families we have evolved into city dwelling buzzing bees incapable of tilling the land or generating anything from the land which will feed us.. and we go hunting to interiors for old tools which the earlier generation used to hold and toil with in their calloused hands to be displayed as old memorabilia in our drawing rooms! ! thanks for sharing. a good poem to make one ponder..

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Ratnakar Mandlik 04 November 2015

Wonderful poem depicting the change in values of 2 generations created by the generation gap as also the conditions in which they were born and brought-up. The old man had affinity with wooden plough with which he toiled, thus, it was part of his life while his gen next, educated and employed with prosperity, presented him golden plough more or less as a memento. Thus, he threw it away. Nice and thought provoking write. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points. Regards.

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