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This poem is regarding one my favorite seasons of the year ie., Autumn . |
| When it’s Autumn In Kashmir ? When the idle summer mountains Thirst for the winter snow When those green shades Blend with the red to yellow When the brooks shrink And the trees spill the leaves of gold When the birds sing the songs of cold And the blood thirsty sun about to sink When the empty tired clouds float Like in the sea, the sail boat When the cold wind blows The Paddies dance with the flow When the autumn flowers bloom When the Lotus peers at the sun When the night Lilly glance to the solo moon When the Chinar is hard to shun, Beautified in the veil of zeal..... That’s When it’s Autumn in Kashmir -XEE Shan- |