Autumn Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The apricot flower’s red lip
Hid the secrets again and in oblivion
We shall see the earth’s layer
Upon layer. Tree barks peeled down
Humbling and longing a rebirth.
The air drank all moisture, a happy-gloom
Of the incessant cyclical phenomenon
Stretching its gown, the sun
Is redder, the horizon’s eye is goblet.
The tired steps from the white mud
Drag into the rug’s geometry
Cold smelling hearths are washed
Some have gone to the hills for wood
And the falling leaves shall be fodder
Ah! Autumn I so longingly wait for your advent.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
September 4,2014.