The Wilted Beauty

Oh! You beauty

On your death bed too, you are gorgeous

Unlike we humans

Who crib for some more moments

You dry

You wilt

Your colour fades

And back to earth, you go

And we

Our youth fades

And we cry

Longing for the past

In old age too there is beauty

It is a new kind of life

The second childhood

Only, without parents

You bloom

You shower your fragrance

And your colour

And in your death too, you are a beauty

Our wrinkles we loathe

And in return are loathed

The smile fades

And frown takes its place

Oh! Wilting Flower

Why cannot we be like you

Beautiful in life

Beautiful in death