Autumn's tears cascade,
fallen leaves tremble, whisper—
Wind could claim us all.
Roots entwined in stone,
Axed ruthlessly, the Chinar—
Yet still, it endures.
Clouds obscure the sky,
but the sun ignites the haze—
Freedom's light breaks through.
Through the harshest gales,
defiant cries roar like thunder—
Unbroken, we rise.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem