The Autumn Breeze Poem by Rohit Jha

The autumn breeze on a dusky night,
beholds the whispers,
of the dead, the dark,
the nature's slain arouse a fright

Among those still in strife,
In search of life,

Who dare to look beyond
the wail of the decayed,
the rumble of the yellow,
the calm of the shade

As they wait to rest,
to end their quest

The ones yet to shine,
still captive in their shrine,
will rouse from the tombs,
of the dead and the divine.

As nature takes again its course,
devoid of bliss, without remorse.