Memoirs of Autumn

 

 

Held in a late season
At a shifting of worlds,
In the golden balance of autumn,
Out of love and reason
We made our peace;

Stood still in October
In the failing light and sought,
Each in the other,ease
And release from silence,
From the slow damnation

Of speech that is weak
And falls from silence.
In the October sun
By the green river we spoke,

Late in October,the leaves
around Hauz Khas had fallen.

But whatever we said
In the bright leaves was lost,
Quick as the leaf-fall,
Brittle and blood red.

 

 

Pen: OliverPan

Photo: Arindam

 

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4 thoughts on “Memoirs of Autumn

  1. The fallen autumn togetherness ll surely find its way to a beautiful promising spring….n poetry will have not despair but hope at the finishing line…

    Loved it!!!!

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