Human nature always strives for something new. Ancient or Old carries no value.Let us see what Tagore thinks of Old or Ancient . Old or Ancient is the title of his poem.
You have to leave this place,O Old ,
here a new game has begun.
The flute is playing again, the laughter has begun.
the spring air is blowing.
In the bright blue sky the layers of white clouds are shivering
they are exhausted by the strong sun-light,
the birds are flapping their wings, the branches of the trees are trembling,
making the boys and girls play.
Right in the front the lights are flashing,
the shadow is quivering___
a girl sitting on a wharf is watching the water,
and listening to the sound of leaves.
Who knows what kind of expectation is going on all around
so many people each with their happiness and sadness,
all of them have forgotten, some are laughing some are dancing___
why do you stand in the front.
The wind is blowing away, why are you from moment to moment
letting out a sigh in the middle of it!
far away someone is playing a flute, why do you come here
and show your emotional outburst!
The sun is rising in the morning it is drawing a golden picture,
why are you throwing your shadow on it!
when someone leaves no one wants him,
still why is there so much affection for him!
Why in the evening then behind the walls you quickly
hide and look at the surface of the earth,
in the darkness of the night by the side of the old house
why do they come again and leave.
what did you come to see__ whatever you left behind
who will look after them!
All the souvenirs were left for a few days
like the fallen leaves from the tree___
today the spring air has sadly one at a time
blown them away every day,
they are in the dust their smiling lustre
is fading every minute!