It’s love, running in my veins
See, it’s crimson and sparkling
Calling you with all the lovely names
It’s autumn, all the colours are mellow
Ah! I heard, a whispering fellow!
Moving silently with the wind
I’ve touched a rose in my hair
Love and elation,
No cry, no despair.
I feel you smiling inside,
The shining face, I need to hide.
With the swinging of the bough,
Silently began, a shower of leaves
I giggled and thought, ‘What is Autumn?’
The answer came, ‘When every leaf is a flower.’
Published in Us Magazine Pakistan