How should I tell you everything
That is sealed in the glued pages,
The truth is-
Oh! I cannot say,
The fallen leaves of my heart
have died in melancholy
and the fading petals
are slowly .....
Welcome to the fall
The season of poets
where every leaf turns to its final call
to make blessings in disguise
The Chinar loses its modesty
The poets their hearts
I won't be here after this war
.....
Fire, dust, ash and soothave settled, at last,over the petals of red,I had planted for You,to adorn your comingBut, Love - war brews my land,Melting skins and identities to unknowns and graves,Wa.....
Just when the world stopped to feel right a moment in time when nothing thrived but pain and horror held tight their grip and crushed dreams slashed bodies like knives.
No hope came by, nothing .....
