When has he left you?
Asked aunt Zuri.
'During autumn' I replied.
That night was not old enough to let out.
Autumn leaves are refugees
Like my depressed grandfather
And diabetic grandmother
Who fled to turn fresh green hue
Know, O Baha!
I have had a long summer
In my younger days
I was put in a cage
I was decomposed in treacherous hearts,
Before I could see the bewitching world.
Brain waves detected.
Holding a bunch of tulips plucked
From the vale of Kashmir,
Eight year old jumana sat on the kishti beside me.
I raised arms to greet the shepherd grazing
Follow hollow heart and reside in
It's darkest room made of sin.
Capture the facsimile of life
And stab with a witchy knife.
Over the bitter lyrics of winter
Permeates the sweet maytime.
Leaves sprouting on emptied trees
Tempting my poetry to fulfill desires.
Autumn gales still caressing
Maple leaves wore crimson gowns,
Autumn promises you made is
Like withering maple leaves.
Letters of fading blackberry winter
Penetrating to my ocean of agony.
Replacing deep wounds hidden
beyond the whispering envelopes.