Writer: Muneeb Tahir
AUTUMN IN MY HEART…..
The wind is blowing the whistle,
For the spring to start
My life has come to a standstill,
And is autumn in my heart
United again, on trees, are singing,
A couple of birds that were once apart
My life has come to a standstill,
And is autumn in my heart
Everything can be seen in motion,
Even the small particle, quark
My life has come to a standstill,
And is autumn in my heart
The product dullness is not my own purchase,
Someone has added it to my cart.
My life has come to a standstill,
And is autumn in my heart
I m tired of this autumn,
I m not different from other humans,
I do have feelings in common,
For this autumn there is a reason,
In my heart is an untimely season,
Oh, cruel world, would you teach me, please.
That cunningness, that skill, that art
How to make someone standstill
And injecting autumn in his heart.
Is this condition of mine going to last
Till the Day Doom
I hope someone would come with a broom,
To sweep the leaves of autumn in my heart.
(MUNEEB TAHIR SALEEMI)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem