Let Me Gather In My Folds Poem by Zia Fatehabadi

Let Me Gather In My Folds



Let me gather in my folds the withered blooms;
And mourn the nightingale's wonderous demise.
I have to bid farewell to spring that gave delight;
Only then can I welcome the arrival of fall.

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Zia Fatehabadi

Zia Fatehabadi

Kapurthala, Punjab / India
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