Autumn...

When autumn catches the unwary gardens
All the sightseers leave it to itself
It wails on its fate,
on the destruction of all its blooms
Remembering the spring air
its heart bleeds.........
Can someone assure my weary garden
that spring air is itself eagerly waiting for it
Unless it bears the freezing cold
How can spring air come into its fold…

poem by Irfana Ali Bhat
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Let me be born

Hold me tight, O My Mom! !

Hold me, I am full of fright

O My Mom! !

Don't let them do this to me

Don't let them, tear me to pieces

Just listen to your heart

I am your living part

O My Mom! !

Don't let them snatch me, from you

Just gather your strength

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poem by Irfana Ali Bhat
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