by Xee Shan
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