The Autumn Is Spreading Out its Pall O'er My Pyre Poem by Mohammad Younus

The Autumn is spreading out its pall o'er my pyre,
I am the wretched and divine -the dying spring,
I want to be in the meadows and moors,
Pulling the sun into the green fields.......,
Who will see my lush green grass and flowers?
What lovely children have been killed!
What lovely eyes have been pulled out!
The red sun above stands a living witness -
To the killing of the countless fantasies,
of our nursery of roses -through blinding their eyes,
Darkness fills their heart and mist covers their eyes,
Like thick black clouds hovering over our heads,
All their feelings about peace and freedom,
Have been roasted in the oven of tyranny,
What could sweep away their darkness, ...
...and give them their light back?
Peace and freedom alone! When their people attain

Mykoul