Last Chance Poem by Konab Ghumman

LAST CHANCE
In middle of the road,
I recall all,
Who steps back?
As I start follow his feet,
On the news of my senses regain.
It was A winter's dream in autumn.
Autumn Is Just Knocking The Door
On returning way, I just saw above
Smoke was floating around as love.
Someone in a village hut,
Stamp his feet, in repetition of a day
as foggy season
makes you shadow less.
Sitting on terrace
Hold moon in the eyes
Securing ever last chance.