I sat melancholy under a tree in the autumn,
a leaf fell on my cheek,
Saying, no matter what you accumulate,
it's a belonging of earth you must return,
No matter the heights you have seen,
one day you must fall back in to the lap of earth,
You are no different than I as our lives can end just by a breeze,
But I end beautifully.



© Khwaja Mohiddin