O you the fretful Autumn ye
What good you are to me!
Sick at soul and dull at heart
What good you are to me!
You make it rain to wash my tears
You turn the pink to pale.
To breathe you make a loathsome load
What good you are to me!
You grow the shrubs on naked trees
To hide the death you give to them.
You suck the sap of life from leaves
What good you are to me!
You rain, you storm, you thunder; flash
You roar your anger loud.
You toll the death-bell silently
What good you are to me!

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Poet: Islam-ul-Haq Qureshi

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