Autumn is the last season.

In winter, I warmed myself
Against the fire of life.

In spring, I built myself
For the glory of life;

In summer, I cooled myself
Under the shade of life;

Now is autumn, I am myself
In the shadow of life.

After autumn I must rot.
Before that I must depart.
05.03.2002, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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