Defeat Poem by manaswini dash

On that day-
My storehouse was filled with lots of wealth.
Everything was there-
Name, fame, beauty, money and jewels
which made my life superb and worth-living.
I was the master of all the affluence.
I used to walk in vanity.
Though my path was long,
but it was illuminated with thousands of lamps.
I was singing the songs of success in an acute accent.
With a proud tone I used to pronounce-
the hymn of subjugating the whole world
I was under incantation for continuous winning
I had a weapon of self confidence in my hand.
I used to sip from my cup of nectar while enjoying the world.
In spite of my strong and sharp weapon,
I could not check my robbery.
Time-that cruel robber
came slowly but firmly to my life
and robbed me of my belongings.
It robbed my beauty, my youth
my vanity and my confidence.
It took the nectar from my cup
and filled it with the sigh and tears of old age
My beautiful face became ugly with wrinkles.
My vanity was won over by helplessness.
The string of my friendship became weaker.
My weapon of self confidence became rusted.
After this devastating robbery and oppression-
I became a defeated, coward, and totally dumbfounded person
Still standing alone on the shore of life with some hidden hopes
The hope may be of rising of my self esteem once again
The hope may be of coming of a friend someday
to hear the pathetic song of my dejected and distressed life.
Everything uncertain, but still I am waiting