Autumn Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Current of autumnal fog everywhere gush through
And the ghosts of vales and hills trudging all through

Torching sun is rubing her front head over darkness
And sink under the profound waves of darkness

Flux of autumnal redolence streams across fields
And everywhere flocks of birds singing with jocund strains

Flocks of owl flight toward west
The last hope to survive out of wrath of GODs

I tremble and shudder without of cease
Fear and hesitance escalate and increase
In my heart and citadel of superstitions
No hope nor sanguine remained

Oh, autumn
Who distintigrate thy fetters?
Who irritated thy pure mind?

You've been hanged on my memories
like a curtain on blank wall

Shall I compare thee to my beloved pain in heart?