autumn over...
mistakes of the scary seasons...
and the words pointing
seasons...
i liked seasons.
and my soul too...
what if the soul becomes autumn
or a shed leaf...
i could be intelligent..
with my soul.
can only be with my soul...
i carry the soul on not to be intelligent always...
i dumb and deaf...
without the mate.
i am because i am.
i slept...
still i flowered.
i thought of my soul as a season that flowers all the
wastelands...
i was nothing..
but for the season..
leaf lost the seasons
because
the leaf never realized that the leaf itself was the season...
leaf rests now on
never to be flowered...
firoz khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-the-leaf-behind-autumn/
