I Could Fell To One's Feet! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

I could fall to one's feet
I have the four seasons, which shape my brief life.
And every man and woman walks along by these
Afterwards, I fell upon the earth like a dry leaf.
In the comely spring, my senses seem quite strong,
All beauty comes in the form of relish and relief.
Then the summer comes and fills my boutique.
With things of beauty, and by the morning I wake
As an elite, and then autumn comes along dry
Cough, then I began to lose the heat, struck dump
Like an alien fowl who is unable to compete
Latter the winter appears to fill his oath; I forget to fly.
Over the blue seas an uncertainty begins inwardly
That I could fall to one's feet, my brief life's position
is like a withered leaf, nothing but mere earthy.