THE STRIKING BREEZE
UNFURLING THE LEAVES SO DRY
THE TWISTY  TURNY TREE
LIGHTER,BRIGHTER, DANCING WITH A HIGH.
NOW THE OLD SHALL GO WITH NEW REPLACE.
YEAR BY YEAR, THAT’S NATURE
YEARN WHY?ON THE PAST  LAMENT
WHEN BETTER, TOPICAL FUTURE.
HOLDING HANDS,THE WRINKLED FACE
A COUPLE SITTING BENEATH.
“THOU  STAY HERE AND I SHALL GO
IN THE AUTUMN INSTEAD!”
FROM
MRS.BHARUL R CHHATBAR