Poetry: Old Robes

New robes win our heart,

Affix it to themselves.

We often wear them with a strange joy

and bear a sparkling hope in our heart

that they would remain the same for ever.

But this hope is but an infirm one. 

After some days, the colour fades, their fabric weakens,

and once a favourite now loses all its charm.

Then the moment comes

when all our attractions are gone.

The world is a stage, as he said once,

where everything has a limited time-span;

and when the time is through,

nothing holds the same value as before.

Once a stunner oneday becomes an ordinary;

Once a beauty oneday turns into an inelegant;

Once a passionate lover oneday ends up being a passionate fool;

Once a favourite oneday becomes a foe;

And even once a great, from his podium, oneday has to go.

~Imran