the autumns leaves are weak and old
the shades of grey paints them all
a brisk wind is enough to make them
fall
they lie on the ground......lifeless and
still
and succumbs to the autumn's chill....
it tells the story of vibrant colors
of green, red and gold
which starts with spring
and ends in winter's cold.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a vividly painted picture of autumn here Vishal.please check out my poetry