By Neha Afzaal
I was falling down,
Just like the autumn leaves.
Then you gave me hand and picked me up,
And I got the hope to not give up.
The sky was absorbing the shades of orange,
The field was getting dry and dead,
The lively trees were standing unaided,
The air was getting more restrained.
I was feeling empty,
Just like an autumn tree without it’s leaves,
Then you came and filled the colours of love,
So I could feel the true love.
Neha Afzaal is a linguist.