Narrating the tales of their glorious past,
Incidents that seemed too irrelevant,
Stories that are no longer prevalent,
Still trying to attract like a magnet,
And willing to make some sense on this planet.
They tried to grab hold of her dreams and aspirations,
In the name of their mighty traditions.
Making her feel her desires so tentative,
And leaving her depressed and so negative.
She broke down into crumbs,
Sting in pain, she fell so numb.
Those long stories of the long lost pride,
All appeared made-up and falsified.
In the times when she should have stayed focused,
Not just her wishes but existence was questioned,
The flower that should have been pampered,
Stood like a detached leaf all shattered.
P.S. – In response to the following Daily Prompts –