Gray falling leaf

Gray falling leaf 

The moon is broken like the pennant of a Widow, 

And every star friendless; sunk into thoughts.

Very tired laying fully restless on long pillow.

Along with, clouds of grief stay like a funeral.

Some heavy O many are teeny-----all endless

On music of hiccups, the heart weeps. struck

Into swallowing deeps, I've not resting place-ravaged, 

No loyalty or the security just am a savage, 

A tearful life my fate gave me displeasure.

Go away O prevailing winds! take your passage.

It is my irony of fate to put to scream my soul.

Life came up weeping-dolorous, 

from my grief 

These are naught the flowers, they' re the wounds, 

My own shadow itself split from me, 

I'm lonely 

in the festival of grief's, thus mine life 

Is like a gray falling leaf.

© Affaq Naibe