Response Poem 3 : Manya
A Response to Agha Shahid Ali's : The Last Saffron
Gold gliding to earth
a serene envelope
shrouding hushed monotones
of crimson seeping under stones.
Oh gleaming swirls
of sanguine demise,
when the last leaf falls
what will die?
Its spring and you are in full bloom,
I wait for autumn to arrive.
It will be the fall
and I will rise.
Gold gliding to earth
a serene envelope
shrouding hushed monotones
of crimson seeping under stones.
Oh gleaming swirls
of sanguine demise,
when the last leaf falls
what will die?
Its spring and you are in full bloom,
I wait for autumn to arrive.
It will be the fall
and I will rise.
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