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The Writer of this piece is a PENSIONER. or should be a PENSIONER !

A couple of days ago, I read a sonnet on A DUSTBIN. It is written  in Tamil.   Had my friend seen it, he would have translated into English. His usual inborn innate poetical skills I see for the last four decades is amazing.  Back to Dustbin, the sonnet  indeed initiates, enthuses, and encourages one to look at things differently.  A Whack on your head. And mine too.  None can be useless.   And that 'none' should be inclusive.  (pensioners !) (A grandkid once searched for his grandpa when he could not find him anywhere in the house, inside a dustbin !) Don't dig what is beneath me ! It is all the HRD lessons I learnt from my Guru  जो ईश्वर और बड़े दयालु भी थे . At this age, accepting what we can will lead us to peace. Of course,  to move forward and to be a source of help and smile at everyone around us is God's gift.  Possibly, the dustbin promotes that lesson. My  translation in En...