Autumn Nights Poem by Zaffar Qureshi

All the time wondering, about what could be,
I forgot to see the light break in front of me.
My past, my future ensnared by present alike,
Walking in the gardens of spring,
mourning for the rose in my hand
I remember,
Looking up to the sky, and feeling alone,
Oh so alone …
and as the dreadful morning approached
biding all my stars goodbye.
Waiting, through countless mornings,
for my dear nights to return,
cycling around the graveyard,
in autumn
when the leaves, didn't wait for the sun to burn
them.
When the leaves, fell,
I sat under the crying trees,
and felt one with them.