Cataract Poem by Kishore Kumar Das

When you are new
everybody welcomes you
you work with zeal
everybody appreciates you
you take care of others
everybody loves you
you beam with energy
with confidence to the brim
you are new
people listen to you.
But as time passes...
familiarity breeds contempt
people feel
you are the same 'you'
you are no longer 'new'
the euphoria is over...
you feel old
ageing robs you of the charm
the shine is gone....
but can you leave them...
and can they leave you...
you continue your stereotype journey
new and old...
is it a pre-conceived mindset
or an imaginary cataract over our eyes?