Autumn Of My Life Poem by shashikant acharya

This is autumn of my life,
In heart never ending strife.
Wind is having gust of air,
With whom my grief I share? .
Withered has become the flowers,
Arid is what one sees in my bowers.
Sun is also not in my favour,
Nothing can change fate behaviour.
My hue is changed and now pale,
Tenacity over my leaves fail.
My fate is not in my control,
Have lost people's daily extol.
My leaves are leaving slowly,
Comparing others my stature lowly.
I am pining for my leaves,
The beauty in autumn daily leaves.
Everywhere I see my eternal autumn,
The pain and grief I feel in my bottom.