Leaving The Leaf Behind Autumn Poem by firoz khan

autumn over...
mistakes of the scary seasons...
and the words pointing
seasons...
i liked seasons.
and my soul too...
what if the soul becomes autumn
or a shed leaf...
i could be intelligent..
with my soul.
can only be with my soul...
i carry the soul on not to be intelligent always...
i dumb and deaf...
without the mate.
i am because i am.
i slept...
still i flowered.
i thought of my soul as a season that flowers all the
wastelands...
i was nothing..
but for the season..
leaf lost the seasons
because
the leaf never realized that the leaf itself was the season...
leaf rests now on
never to be flowered...