Story Of The Old And Wrinkled Flower Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The old and wrinkled flower is unhappy in the flower tree,
It knows it has lost its beauty and importance with the time,
But it has not happened in a day,
In its youth it was as beautiful as a fairy queen;
People from different places came to see its grace and class that time,
They became stunned and spellbound watching its elegance and smelling the fragrance,
The colourful petals were fantastic
And the sweet smell of these attracted the people from the far away land.
But those days are gone,
The onslaught of time is relentless,
It does not think about anybody's grief and pain,
The flower has crossed a long way enduring many hardships of nature,
It is old and wrinkled, weak and feeble now, waiting helplessly and despondently to embrace death;
Life is a burden to this veteran flower at present,
People do not pay any attention to it, rather they ignore the wretched flower,
They now enthusiastically watch another beautiful young blossom of the other tree,
The new flower takes pride in it
And it mocks at the old,
Tears come in the wrinkled flower's gloomy eyes,
But this is the reality of time,
Everyone flees from the old and feeble in the adverse time.