In September (Ghazal) Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

The mirror of my heart had lost all its shine in September
In my life, for the first time, I drank some wine in September

Broken waves of Saharan sand show condition of my heart
Scatter'd pieces of the clouds could not combine in September

This sad incident took place in November Twenty Fourteen
In December just memories, she was mine in September

Don't look at me, o gentle passerby of these dry mountains
On the bank of dried Aral, I'm a lost pine in September

Now you are swimming with me in waters of Atlantic
Aghast! No bliss returns to me as all was fine in September

This is the world of infidels, don't go outside my pious heart
In Republic of Satan, nothing's divine in September