Let's talk about autumn,
Provoking leaves to fall,
Flowers to wilt,
Minds to linger,
Frost on the vagabond's finger,
Cup of tea, with a tinge of ginger,
Enjoying, I stand on my balcony,
Listening to the echoing voices of agony,
Seeing wild flowers in symphony,
Feeling the pain that is in my company,
Regreting happiness, I couldn't buy with money.
Slowly these emotions,
Fade away from my mind,
Like the falling leaves,
From a tree,
That regrows leaves of the same kind,
Again and again,
Untill the whole of it dies,
And ceases to see anymore,
Sunset or sunrise.
Leaving behind, what stays,
As memory, in a few eyes,
As a tear that never cries.