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The Rusted Tin

When bought new and in its form,
It looks fresh and clean and brand.
Glitters under the influence of the shiny sun—
Sparkling alike dear gems an’ diamond.
It works and stays calm and soothing as it should be,
Furnishing a sense of petty on it.
No curse, distraction but immense liking—
Akin love and affection to oneself
With the elapse of intricate time—
And contact of various sorts—
Rusting becomes inevitable.
No nature force can cease it from being so!
©sham_kumar