Gray Falling Leaf Poem by AFFAQ NABI

The moon is broken like the pennant of a widow,
Every star friendless; sunk into thoughts.
Very tired laying restless on the pillow.
Clouds of grief stay like a funeral.

Some teeny O many heavy all endless
On music of hiccups, the heart weeps.
Stuck into swallowing deeps
I've not resting place-ravaged,

No loyalty or security just am a savage,
A tearful life my fate gave me displeasure.
Go away O winds! take your passage.
It is my fate to put to scream my soul.

Life came up weeping-dolorous,
from my grief
These are naught the flowers, they' re the wounds,
My shadow itself split from me,
I'm lonely
in the festival of grief's, thus mine life
Is like a gray falling leaf.