Let go the hues
that spring bestowed,
sprouted seeds ripen now
and peasants reaping sown crop.
Chinars laden with leaves
Shed to wither away in piles
Grains congregated the husk
Men thrashing and women sifting
While working hard from dawn to dusk.
The green fields now turned brown
Like that brides charming gown
Attired with fabrics of nature
How beautifully artisan has decked
The tinctures captivating beyond fancy.
Grasshoppers hovering over the free sky
Buzzing like the warplanes signalling to fly
In this battle field of harvesting yeartide
Where fighters aim to nake the environ
Wayfarer roaming to adore the shades.
I am such a season people believe
When poets and writers begin to scribble
Singers and musicians sit to compose
The songs of love and separation
In the sparkling zest of autumn
Ah! This is the season of fall.
For rest of the year
I am like the casket of that diamond
Lying with the finer to get crafted
When artisan finishes my embellishment
People yearn for a glimpse of mine.
~ Imtiyaz Pandow
Budgam, J&K, India