A flower past its bloom
No longer inspires the moon
The glory that once to her belong
Is now lost to all those newly born
Unlike the sun who now must hide
To shine once more as a new day rise
A flower who has lost its prime
No longer has another chance
When all its petals have gone dry
Its beauty is deposed with time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad and touching truism....we all get there finally....and that too if fate allows. nice feely lines liked reading be happy :)