Autumn Love – Li Ching Chao 

Search. Search. Seek. Seek. 
Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. 

Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. 

Hot flashes. Sudden chills. 

Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. 

I can find no peace. 

I drink two cups, then three bowls, 

Of clear wine until I can’t 

Stand up against a gust of wind. 

Wild geese fly over head. 

They wrench my heart. 

They were our friends in the old days. 

Gold chrysanthemums litter 

The ground, pile up, faded, dead. 

This season I could not bear 

To pick them. All alone, 

Motionless at my window, 

I watch the gathering shadows. 

Fine rain sifts through the wu-t’ung trees, 

And drips, drop by drop, through the dusk. 

What can I ever do now? 

How can I drive off this word — 

Hopelessness? 

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About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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