Pre-empted autumn of chinar leaves, raked before time,
glory perished red in fire
Bequeathed harvest of paddy fields in spring sublime,
smoldering in their own pyre
Unrealizable for summer flowers to bloom prime,
coerced to relinquish their desire
Silent winter trees, head bowed in snow of grime,
mischanced to elate higher
Tainted soul a virtue, truth a peril, innocence a crime
And only triumph for the liar
Circumstanced my vale, parched for peace liveth only but one season….. of thirst that perhaps now a miracle may quench
© Jheelaf Parimu
June 10, 2011
