Is blossoming just fame?

Men of old
men of bold
men of conviction
thousand-fold
have gone 
and gone forever

men of arms
men of norms
men of sway
multi-formed
have gone
and gone forever

men of icy
conspiracy
men assuming
role of nemesis
have gone
and gone forever

down the passage of time
drowned in the gutters of the past
run over by the gushing
forth from the future

but the flower in woods
in lonely moods
smiling at the dawning rays
winks back at the setting Sun
au revoir till coming morn

Is it the flower same?
or is blossoming just fame?
who cares? the flower smiles
rarely so, saying, the Time flies.

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