Lost Spring

By Muhammad Imran

Ah!
All my jubilances faded like the fallen leaves
There is no spring in my life and the aroma is nowhere
How bewitchingly the Autumn has stark naked all my vivid dreams
Now the scars are profound in my heart
And how long shall the scars bloom there ?
How long shall I lament, wail and cry vociferously
The tale of woe is:
My heart is abondoned and I lost all my blooming flowers
Will the spring come again in my desolated life ?

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