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Autumn Reverie of a Greying Man
how graceful these autumn leaves grow old, marvels the greying child in me.
ye burst with such beauty in thy last days, I scarce can strive O Autumn.
autumn reverie tends to tell me: how lovely ‘tis to let things go.
I wonder if autumn tries to say something at the fall of my life.
autumn’s blue sky tends to invite me: come it’s time to be one with me.
if season’s tides wane and wax, wonder why life should only get the axe.
ah autumn once again— to give more gold than all gold mines ever give.
my grieving old age found the autumnal sky blue, sapphire nor azure.
thy smile O autumn leaf, do lend it to my dying old age in grief.
wonder, what’s nostalgic about that falling leaf— maybe birth and death.
spring summer nor rain hath such grace as autumn’s face— year’s dying days brace.
ah thy last lovely smile, golden leaves in pile, autumn, do stay a while.
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Aniruddha Pathak
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