Jealousy Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

She is walking like a fairy queen,
Her beauty is truly impeccable,
Nothing in this sphere can excel her grace and loveliness,
It's only her great mirror,
Which she considers as equal to her strength.
The wonderful mirror which she got from her grandmother is her dearest possession,
She values it even more than her only offspring,
The fantastically designed mirror always remains in front of her view, .
The fair reflection of her appearance in it gives her immense pleasure and satisfaction.
But the ravages of time does not forgive any living being,
It happens inevitably,
With the age the sublime beauty of the woman begins to deteriorate,
People whisper so everywhere,
She also begins to understand it from her image in the mirror,
Gradually jealousy against her dearest possession grabs her mind,
As its grandeur and splendour remains unaffected,
That day she crosses the limit of her anger and frustration,
Seeing her diminishing beauty in the mirror,
She throws it in the floor breaking it immediately
And also kills herself with a sharp knife.
Truth is truth,
No one can deny it,
The jealousy and resentment in the starkest form bring unavoidable tragedy for everything.