Life Is But An Autumn Poem by Mian Muhammad Haris
Life Is But An Autumn
Thinking over the laws of nature,
As the winds of autumn passed through his wrinkled face,
Tears flowing from his once twinkling eyes,
Agents of time stripped youth away from his body.
Looking at the mountains, thinking of eternity,
Gazes upon the boughs of Eden, forgetting divinity,
Searching for the life of the beloved in the valleys of death,
Battling for his lost life in the pit of mortality.
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4/29/2024 1:56:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Looking at the mountains. So nice