Autumn, Death And I Poem by Aamir Abdullah

AUTUMN, DEATH AND I

POET: AAMIR Aamir Abdullah
PUNJAB(PAKISTAN)

Comes out of the dark
A bird, a blind bird
with shattered wings
trying to reach the sky
A black cloud surrounds the horizon
Drip the drops of charcoal
from the swelled veins of smutty air
agony and fire
filled into the trunks of
bare, dry trees
nests ablaze
straws flying like fireflies
pale rotten leaves
dissolved into their own frowzy tears
and my ruptured heart
sing a song
song of Death
Autumn, death and I
create a negative harmony

Intothe dark 'we' enter
from the dark' I ' appear
with buds from hell
growing upon my palm...! ! ! !
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