A Red Autumn

 

We don’t call our autumn, ‘Fall’.

It’s soft, fragrant

like a mother’s caress,

almost a blurred white in hue.

It is rather a being

with two dove wings.

When it touches us

with one,

the green fields

sprout their wings of

silken Kans grass

and begin to sway,

as if to join

the milky clouds in sail.

Sheuli flowers,

the die-drop beauties

drop all night

leaving their sighs

in the heavy

sweet scented air.

While the other wing,

touches to bless us

with cool, sequined nights,

owl songs, a softer sun,

dewy grass, day’s foggy eye.

Full grown crops

wait silently

to break their tie

with mother earth.

The Neem tree

prepares its mind

to bare its soul,

to let go

of its weary, sleepy leaves,

and to rest in relief.

This autumn

eighteen coffins from Uri*

reached home

safely.

*18 Indian soldiers were killed in a militant attack at Uri, Kashmir. Terrorists from neighboring Pakistan still keep trying infiltration bids. May be it’s a price India is paying for never ever being an aggressive country, a misfit in today’s world. Whenever India sent someone abroad it was always with message of Peace and Love from the days of the Buddha to the very recent times of the 19th century. She has been like this for the last 5ooo years and has seen the rise and fall of many a mighty empire.

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Equinox, Equator @ Poets United

 

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18 thoughts on “A Red Autumn

  1. I loved the painting of autumn that you’ve drawn with your words. It is so beautiful.
    I was reading the poem with a smile on my face, when the poem concluded with the Uri attacks that filled my heart with grief. Heart wrenching…no one knows when such attacks will stop and when peace will prevail.

  2. A very clever play on Autumn and The Fall – and the fallen – I hope in spite of whatever challenges the world bestows upon us Autumn is also a time of sowing new seeds and planting,new hopes

  3. I love the owl songs and day’s foggy eye. I am so sorry about the unrest and the 18 young soldiers. It seems wrong that there is bloodshed in Kashmir, the heaven on earth famed for its beauty. Wrong for there to be bloodshed anywhere.

  4. Your afterwords are very sad, Sumana. Really sad that India, though not an agressive country, has been the object of such aggression. Your poem, on the other hand, presents autumn with a beautiful and peaceful face.

  5. How sad that in today’s world (and for milennia in the past) that being peaceful is seen as weakness rather that of beauty, calmness and love. Unfortunately that feeling is widespread and despite having the UN and peackeeping forces we are noweher near becoming a peaceloving world. What a beautiful post this is Sumana.

  6. A lovely contemplative piece infused with really exquisite adjectives. “It is rather a being with two dove wings”: such an evocative metaphor, it seemed to lift right off the page.

Thank You :)

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