There is newness in every stale thing. <br /> <br /> ‘’The old order changeth yielding place to new’’. <br /> There is newness in every stale thing <br /> as there is a fresh lease of new life, <br /> from the old, embittered, past lives, <br /> old garments slotted for wholehearted <br /> charity, enhance the new looks of the <br /> impoverished, starved, now protected, <br /> protected are the old garments too <br />for they came in dire poverty, abject <br /> necessity. School and slate are <br />a luxury for those, country urchins <br />in soiled kaki knickers, kite playing. <br />Fixing cow dung cakes on the walls <br />Is their daily wage earning plenty. <br />They question not why they <br />are born, look for some <br />Hope and revival in <br /> Merry Bells, Santa Claus <br />and New Year.<br /><br />Radhamani Sarma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-newness-in-every-stale-thing/
