Autumn Is A Name
When the clouds of rain,
take leave from the sky,
Stratus clouds come to
take the charge with clouds dry.
The blue blank vastness sings,
the song of seasonal fest.
Whichever was sown gets ripened,
the trees feel their best.
Autumn is a name,
which warms my veins,
Autumn is a word,
which takes my pains.
In the dilemma of life,
I oscillate though,
Autumn can't give birth to,
any glum I know.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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