mohamad tabatabai


The Autumn Leaf (2)


Autumn leaf!
How blood-red and fire-like you are
Like my heart splendidly sad
Wholly covered by traces of harsh events
Withered by successive cold and hot seasons
Greatly amazed by the quick passage of time
Bewildered by the gravity of unknown sorrow
Filled with strange stories you seem
Drawing back to yourself as my heart does
Waiting for annihilation by a whimsical wind
As my soul and the nature are so bonded well,
Autumn melancholy creeps into me deep and thorough
A heart-burning sorrow though it is, highly splendid and exalting.

Submitted: Monday, November 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 05, 2013
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  • Nader Baheri (11/9/2013 2:18:00 AM)

    felicitation.
    i enjoyed from all the allusions int his poem and also enjoyed the emblem.~nb (Report) Reply

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