Autumn – A Requiem

Oh! The autumn has arrived
wrapped upon the layers of winter
Pathways filled with separated souls
Garden becomes colorless
Nature feels weariness
Wind hover without claps
Oh! Thee tender leaves
Thy trees go arid and pale
Little chirpers : they flew away
Wind ambles from mighty Himalyas
Atmosphere grew thicker and chilly
and evening frightens with calmness
I could pluck every flower from garden
Alas! Autumn will hold though
Page from creator’s book will flip
and heavens watch earth painted green.

Baleshwar Singh