The Autumn

Written by: Mohammad Yamin

The enchanting beauty and glamour
A Taj Mahal on the corpse of summer
Comes October every year
Leaves leave the branches to lick the dust
Clouds shower rains to quench earth’s thirst

Cold wind like blizzards moves
Ripping colorful flowers in the valleys and grooves
To ambush its glamour the winter in hiding lays
Peeping sometimes through fogs and haze

Seasons come and seasons go
Each one ends its enchanting show
But life beleaguered by pangs of sorrow
Knows only one season, the season of woe