Falling Maple Leaves Swirling On Her Mud Grave Poem by Dr Shamim ali

Falling maple leaves swirling on her mud grave
Absolutely
One appearance
Was needed to be
For the sakeof the departing soul
Every one was desparate for rituals to be
Performed by the one whom she adored in her
Whole life she spent under the enchanted mesmarizm
Could not close her eyes waited for him in agony and anguish
Would he come to shoulder her burrial or sit in armchair puffing his cigar
Falling maple leaves swirling on her mud grave in a cold breeze traverse to tranquility
By
Shamim Ali