Flowers are beautiful, aren't they?
But can they forever stay?
They will all have to dry up one day..
The Moon, so picturesque and bright
But does it have its own light?
It borrows its brightness from sunlight..
Fake love, fake lust
Can it satisfy the heart's thirst?
Once rejected , feelings are reduced to dust..
All that glitters is not gold,they say
True, because one day,
All beautiful things
Have to wither away
'Cause if they do,
What is actually beautiful
and real will stay!