Sometimes
the autumn fascinates
while our walking gently
on the dry out brown leaves
in the garden
and on the land
covered by the brown leaves…
sometimes
the whole scenery of autumn
becomes romantic
with the desolated branches of trees
and the pleasing soft and sweet
sounds of the birds…
sometimes
in the row of plants
with the wetting smell nearby
of ever growing flowers
such as marigold and roses
and on the older wall
raising calmly the sun shine
fascinates...
yes, the autumn itself has
its own glory
like spring and monsoon…
-Firdaus Khan
