Haikus (The autumn) – Naseer Ahmed Nasir

Dusk, chill, air of November
Wrapped in shawl of yellow leaves, 

Trees shiver with cold.

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The sound of falling leaves, 

The solitude drenched in dew

Life is the autumn of the night.

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In the fair of crazy weathers

Seeing the dance of pale leaves

Why does the air blow whistle? 

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With a slight mischief of yours, 

You have stripped trees of leaves

O wind, how wanton you are! 

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Stirring the air, 

The floating leaves

Go on and on clapping.