The Autumn Winds
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There they come! The autumn winds
Combing through the crops ripe.
Fondling them, making them sway
in mirth, enticing them to chant
life’s melodies, sweet as honey.
I wonder,"is it just a ruse?
For these tender plants know not.
Winds can’t love, they just coax.
Disguised as breezes, they make
each plant dance on life’s beats.
Breezes, as soft as mother’s kiss,
Caress the buds, taking them to dreamland wherein they fancy
a great harvest of their desires,
hope they that their longings end.
Alas! The breezes mature into
monstrous winds, wiping life and
the dreams so fondly cherished.
Raging wintry winds, freezing life, striping earth of the green,
turning it into a barren rock
bereft of feelings and the love.
Rock whereupon nothing sprouts
except thorns, pricking, sucking
each drop of blood and the life.
Winds-as tyrannical as death itself.
Shabir Ahmad Khan