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Autumn... the year's last, loveliest smile." @ Rafiabad Baramulla

Harud 🍂

Through the mazy sheets of mist,
Intrude the rays of morning sun
And cause every fragment of frost,
To shimmer like the beads of diamond.

A roofless bulbul sitting on the wallnut tree,
Hums into the imperceptible opacity of fog,
In a voice mellifluously hurting,
Another verse of heartfelt salutations.

Why does the lopsided pen of a poet,
Drenched in the ink of myopia,
Always talk about falling leaves and decrepit grass?
Why is Autumn a metaphor for death?

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