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The wind is blowing the whistle,

For the spring to start

My life has come to a standstill,

And is autumn in my heart

 

United again, on trees, are singing,

 A couple of birds that were  once apart

My life has come to a  standstill,

And is autumn in my heart

 

Everything can be seen in motion,

Even the small particle, quark

My life has come to a  standstill,

And is autumn in my heart

The product dullness is not my own purchase,

Someone has added it to my cart.

My life has come to a standstill,

And is autumn in my heart

I m tired of this autumn,

I m not different from other humans,

I do have feelings in common,

For this autumn there is a reason,

In my heart is an untimely season,

Oh, cruel world, would you teach me, please.

That cunningness, that skill, that art

How to make someone standstill

And injecting autumn in his heart.

Is this condition of mine going to last

Till the Day Doom

I hope someone would  come with a broom,

To sweep the leaves of autumn in my heart.

(MUNEEB TAHIR SALEEMI)

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