Vintage is the nature for sure,
And so is it's stature pure,
Each act of it is galore,
It's benevolence may surpass crore.
Vintage is the parent's affection,
Till the parents are there, shouldn't feel dejection,
They lead you towards perfection,
It is for sure heavenly connection.
Vintage is the teacher's care,
Their teaching has a different flair,
In the exams they treat everyone fair,
They show you the light when in despair.
Vintage is the wife's love,
Of sheer love she is the symbolic dove,
In the home battle she wears the boxing glove,
Of all the friend's she is above.
Author Prityarth.
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