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Fall has crept in

quite silently

Like a murderer of spring

Loneliness shrouds me

Just like autumn

Why is all this?

Are the silent greens

Always destined to become brown?

This changing of seasons is a ploy

To make us look helpless

In the scheme of creation.

But I am like Orpheus*

And Qais* and Laila*

Ranjha* and Heer*

Shireen* and Farhad*

Troilus* and Cressida*

Sohni* and Mahinwal*

Sassi* and Pannun*

Prithiviraj and Sanyukta*

and countless other true lovers

Whose annals have not been recorded

in the pages of love chronicles.

I care not for any season

As long as my whole self is merged

In the thoughts of my beloved

Tell the angels to stop and take back

To the Creator above

And urge him to write down a new book

where only the constancy of true love

Is penned as it is

and where spring is not changed

by the angels of so-called natural phenomena.

I am different

just like all the true lovers

whose love has lent colour

and fragrance to spring

And converted it into the Garden of Eden.