One time you were a flower
Fresh and new and beautiful
You had bees and butterflies hovering
Around you; sucking nectar and swinging
Sitting on your silky petals
You were loved by the world
And praised by the young lovers;
Now you have faded;
Your glamour is gone and you
Keep staring vacantly at the passers by
No one cares to come to you
To appreciate your beauty that is gone;
You are empty inside and outside
Bees, butterflies and birds shun you
The earth below waits for you to fall
To take you inside its rotund belly
A queen and a flower both come to dust one day. Nice observation on life
Love is more than beauty whatever the age. You still love them when they're frail and ill.
Good analogy, Anilji. This metaphorical poem stands out as aesthetically beautiful. Top
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Now you have faded; Your glamour is gone '..true, beauty fades out as we grow old and old...a lovely admirable poem