The Shades Of Autumn...

Finally, the autumn dapple appears,


On the gloomy leaves

Where the thick  green was,

Colossal bloc of dames & damsels

Garnering  them  for their hearths.

Now, the crackling acoustics of dried leaves

Is wandering throughout the colonies atmosphere.

Daffodiles, Dandelions & the dahlias,

Are nomore there in the sights.

Withal, the bird nests got perished

The trees are no longer verdant,


but  modulated in darker ones.

Look at the green fields & Pastures

They are nomore in the delighful shape.

Beside this, the mellifluous of birds,

Is nomore there to hark.

Ants brimmed their burrows with ripe grains,

and bees stored their honey in luscious cells.

The autumns melancholy dwells,

On the every square of earth.

The sunless shadows of plains,

The scary skeltons of trees,

And the drearily looks of the world,

Seems a hazy picture of sinken nostalgia.

The crimson roses & other blooms of my lane,

Are o’ershaded by shades of autumn.

And the aroma I perceive,

Is weird and dismal.

The hue of descented leaves,

Imitating my eardrums,

Some get buried and burned,

While some others are eaten.

The unattired trees,

and bare pastures.

Are mourning as the storm arises,

Feeble sighs of theirs in wail.

All this unpitying & frowning of autumn

Will lasts till the every winter,

Its bleaked breezes ‘ll blows the autumn,

And desolation shuts and cease the scene…