Autumn Leaves Poem by Mohammad Zaman

Autumn Leaves

When Sappho was burning in fine flame and her tongue
snapped, when Catullus was etching a thousand lips on the
lips of his beloved Lesbia; it's Majnun who was dying a
thousand deaths and then rise to the ecstasy of a love
undone.

Vagaries aside, love's braggadocio is but a dolorous thorn;
castles burnt and fire consuming; it's the autumn leaves
that makes my heart weep.


10/10/2019
Norwood, New York