Autumn of Life
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Life is a bud that blossoms into a flower
Then wilts in the sunlight, hour by hour
Its fragrance diminishes, unable to spread
Soon no petals remain to be shred
As we walk into the evening of our lives
We scan the years in our archives
The day our first child was born
Sweet as ever and blind to scorn
She brought us ecstasy and joy
Watched her grow healthy and coy
She soon began to assert her wish
In her choice of clothes and dish
We fulfilled all the wishes we could
After filtering out the bad from the good
Her academics raised our expectations high
We ne’er faltered in our efforts to comply
Years later she was joined by a brother
An introvert unlike her and mother
He grew up in the shadows of an exuberant sister
Steadily carving his niche without any glister
Being younger, he was the object of our dote
He completed his academics on a high note
And flew abroad to earn more laurels
Was ne’er particular about filial morals
We encouraged the decisions they took
Gave them every support by the book
Each achievement made their expectations soar
The appetite for success increased more and more
The bud that blooms will eventually wilt
Failure to succeed transforms into guilt
Success, like carrot dangling on a bamboo
The donkey behind, relentlessly pursue.
End
Copyright © Subroto Sinha | Year Posted 2016
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