The Autumn

The Autumn has come my friend
I was walking the street today, watching the yellow leaves fall
Reminded me of how beautiful TIME is
Replenishing everything, one entity at a time
Aren't my emotions like those falling leaves?
Time, reaping one at a time leaving me all naked
Until am run my course, to become one with the millions of leaves
 
Then I remembered watching this little dog
sitting all alone at the cross roads
I wondered if he was confused.
May be trying to figure out which way to go?
Funny. How little things make more sense now.
I saw him looking at a crow with utmost curiosity
Asked myself, how many times has he seen the bird already?
What demanded his attention?
Was he just enjoying the moment? Realizing he will fade away soon?

Time my friend, is the most important invention God has ever made
It doesn't age, immortal as it is,
how could it ever understand my poem?
No matter how many more words I use,
can it truly look into the heart of the poems?
Has it ever lost someone? or something it values the most?
If Time and Death are true lovers,
Isnt my pain their only child?
Isnt this separation just another kiss for them?
Isnt my heart a toy to fiddle with while they have fun?

The Autumn my friend, isn't it beautiful?
Someday soon, we will be equals.
May be, that would be the beginning of my Spring.  

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