This Autumn In Kashmir Poem by Mir Irfan

The sun was peeping at me and I at it,
The sun was peeping at me and I at it,

These poplar trees between us made the scene look beautiful,
The leaves lies on the ground making everything look golden,

But it is the worst of times and nothing seems going good,
Walking on these golden leaves really turn me nostalgic,

Looking at the golden sun really makes me think over it…
What is in store for us?
What will happen to Kashmir?
What is in store for us?
What will happen to Kashmir?

Will we really be free or we are merely wasting our times?

I turned my head to my right to look at the golden sun…
But it had already set! ! !