The leaves will fall this autumn,
And the love shall rise
Of the fallen coarse leaves,
The pale yellow squanders the feeble green
And, a droplet shall lustre into springs,
The hateful yesterdays bludgeoned by the lusts of bloom
Those springs, ah yes, ones from the previous line
Take a leap into yonders of heaven
When the sunlight strikes a crackling mountain
It rises along to form a rainbow
From blacks to grays, from grays to white
The colors of doom fade away
Some clouds in the attic whisper a poem
The one from Rumi, and Ghalib, and Gulzaar
I pluck the rains from these clouds
The lightning plumbs a surprise
The leaves will fall this autumn
And the love shall rise
