Autumn Colours

By Neelu   

Caught in the pages of colours,
Forests are so colourfully decorated.
Frost and North wind to touch; terrified mind,
slim;
what is the red-yellow powder
spread in the forest
today?

Paintings on the canvas with paint
is like an artist.
When the golden sun shines there, all the colours seem to fall
and smile.
Putting colourful twigs on the eyes of the intoxicated earth, he fell slowly
on the chest of green grass .
The crazy poet will feel alienated watching the poetry of the earth, what will he pour in the empty chest while leaving?

Colourful powders sing ,the colour of the limbs, was the game.
Blue amber run out under the whitish sky.
Her limbs tremble in the chilling wind.
Depressed mind goes to the upcoming farewell arrangements.
The autumn wind blows, an unknown drink on wire ,
how far it blows away ?
Where is he?

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