She Sat On A Red Carpet Of Chinar Leaves Poem by Mohammad Younus

She sat on a red carpet of chinar leaves;
Eyes rolled up in a hymn of praise;
Voice from the heavens she heard,
Only the rustling sound of fallen chinaar leaves;
Heard she the wordless voice,
From the music of fallen chinaar leaves:
Be optimistic! Be positive!
Her sisters from the heavens told her;
This autumn is indeed,
What will get you through the winter,
To the blooming spring of roses,
And cool Breeze gusts of chinaar trees;
Stand above the chasm of pessimism and negativism!
Open your eyes and see there is no border,
Between your self and delight of soul;
What if you had no autumn,
In the seasons of your life?
You would never come to know,
The value of light and music in your life.

MyKoul