Poem
The Colours of Fall
artwork by sabyasachi hazra
The weather is cold but the colours are warm all around me.Oh, the falling leaves: painted yellow, orange and red!
These leaves of maple trees, as if dying in a blissful glee--
Never have I seen such fiesta for the ending: just to be drying and dead? Well, of course, there's more to it-- the Fall is not a fall from grace.
Quite contrary, the beauty revealed, abundant and gay,
As if to light up the earth, before the cold winter the nature is to face --
Like the colours of Krishnachura of my country in April and May. How could I capture such beauty in the tiny frame of my mind or my lense?
Forests in fire, trees so blazoned with myriad shades, eyes not enough to devour the hue,
I stand bewildered: I wish I had a better way than words to convey feelings so dense!
Can't believe the truth approaching, everything white and barren--with the Winter due. While walking on the snow-covered grass, amidst the bereaved landscape,
I'll remember the colourful days, this exquisite beauty of Fall.
I'll miss the sunshine that glows over the golden woods in a multicoloured cape!
A world so transformed from mundane to a dreamlike lull. Adieu! O season of colours, so short-lived,
It's the Winter that reigns here like the most aggrieved!
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