Lamenting on a Bygone Era

This is not just changing my look by having

Recourse to a new upholstery, you have

Done something beyond; I am a wooden sofa

But I have a pulsating heart too!

This is not just that some people came to

Visit me, and simply sat on my cushioned Surface; they discussed on myriad issues;

Sometimes, they discussed the strategies to

Overthrow the existing governments also!

As such, I belong to history and any change

In my persona would amount to redefining history; my outward features matter less, but

My deep interior is repository of countless

Moments of joy and sorrow, shared in confidence within the precincts of the four

Walls of my house; don’t you think that

The new upholstery will wean away those

Precious moments forever?

I nurse one more grouse-I have the apprehension that someday you will totally

Discard me for the new one in the name

Of the changing times; my whole existence

Will be wiped out from this earth, and the

Future generations will be deprived of a Valuable heritage;

So, I don’t want this upholstery to be done;

Human minds need it more to refurbish

Their jaded images; I want to lie as usual

In the drawing rooms of Civilizations, now

And ever.