The Only Fruit Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

The autumn breeze takes flight to share the news
Of winter's breath among the trees of lawn,
The leaves turn gold in fear of coming cold,
The fruits arise from youthful rage and sleep,
They dry and cry from inner winter fear,
And mourn the loss of golden summer days,
They twist and whisper, parting fall's embrace
Amid the crowd, the dewy faces drip
The rain of pain falls down on sun and shade,
Despair sways o'er the lawn in darker clothes,
With dreadful thoughts and fear of death's own time
These wingless mortals bow their heads in shame,
They jolt, then fall, the next with frantic thrash,
And leaves bestow a shroud upon lost souls,
The birds have lost their rest and song, and all,
The trees have lost the very breath of life,
The single fruit, unripe by nature's course,
Remains atop, still standing strong and firm
Adores this mortal life till death's own call,
Immortal takes birth when mortal goes.
(2019)