Falling Leaves
By Zubair Hussain
Crisp autumn sighs in grief
ashen sky blankets emotions,
Barren earth struggles to confront
life fades by the hour,
Cold wind darts across
melancholic maple and oak,
bent trees mull over lost foliage.
Amid the melee;
urban dwellers scurry in routine,
heartless and unforgiving;
consumed by the trivial,
Drift away like falling leaves…
New Dawn
By Zubair Hussain
New dawn brings forth-
Palette of sombre shades,
Fleeting days;people scurrying,
Cloaked scythe sweeps across,
Weepin’ wreathed memorials.
Healing mother; pained mankind
Wound clock loses pace,
To ponder or not,
a war silently fought…