Because I Am Autumn Poem by Nayyar Afaq

Alone, I must stand.
Please, don’t ask to hold my hand.
Understand?
This is the end,
My only friend.
End of the rainy days,
In which, once we planted few dreams in the soil of solitude;
Dreams to worship together,
Dreams to love each other forever.

This is the end.
My only friend.
End of the nights, in which we wept in prayers;
Prayers for the stars to twinkle on the dark blanket of sky,
Prayers for the smiles and for no more cry.

This is the end,
My only friend.
End of our struggle to reach at the destiny.
End of the songs of peace and harmony.
Now, I have to stray in the forbidden land of insanity.

Don’t hold my hands anymore.
They are pale and thin.
My fingers may wipe out your tears,
But your eyes can’t grin.

There are pale leaves in the garden of my soul.
No more green is my season.
Leaving me is not a bad idea,
When you have one solid reason.

No matter how colourful my words may be,
Make a correct guess.
Dislike me.
Because I am autumn;
Unfertile, arid and colourless.

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