Tufail Abbas

Trees are shedding their leaves,

So are the flowers sacrificing petals.

We were among those who believed

Autumn would never come—

Spring was forever.

So immersed we were in that scent,

In our paradise we had given.

One day, under a maple tree, we sat,

Delighted crescent for us to show in qualm,

Telling stories never spoken before,

Desired words I should have spoken.

Although we knew that blossom would soon end,

Sweet dreams of long wintry nights were coming,

Now that flocks of migrating birds are forming,