Ah! The blows of autumnal wind, <br />Cold and callous, have encroached at last, <br />They have made the leaves their victims. <br /> <br />Look! they fall like drops of rain, <br />Bearing no strength of their own. <br />They move with the gushes of wind, <br />Without their own consent, <br />They oscillate on the wings of some invisible agents, <br />Who possess the secret powers, <br />To dispose what one proposes. <br /> <br />I recall once they were attached hard, <br />To the branches and boughs of the shadowy trees; <br />And sap ran into their veins, <br />As blood runs into the human network; <br />And they fluttered resisting each coldhearted gust. <br />They were resolute to go through each ebb and flow, <br />Establishing firm relations to the nourishing limbs. <br />And Mother Nature came stealthily to give them wash, <br />At the moonlit nights with the drops of dew. <br />While they fluttered, they produced symphony, <br />Unknown even to the ancient master musicians; <br />And they whispered in mysterious sounds, <br />Only understood by the cuckoos or nightingales: <br />The singers and agents of the feral world. <br /> <br />Now they rustle with each move of the autumnal gusts, <br />Or crackle under the feet like too crispy dried petals; <br />And some float on the stagnant water with green surface. <br /> <br />Ah! 21st century is the dawn of autumnal winds, <br />The blows and fatal gusts have diverted the civilizations, <br />And they now move on the tracks of conflicts, <br />Human beings fall like leaves, waft along the blows, <br />Detaching themselves from the nourishing boughs <br />And shadowy branches of faith, love and tolerance.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-the-detached-leaves/
