The song of Autumn

It's Autumn, the beginning

the Gloomy yet golden

I am writing nearby the river

The ink of the pen is leaking

dripping down into the river

the water turns black

Your words are not matching

The action are different

You are showing your true colors

I was waiting near the bund of Jhelum

The river itself said to me,

I shouldn't trust her

The wait was so long

She never came to see me

My body became dead while waiting 

The soul flew up sky

Became star which twinkles

The moon sing the song of trust to me.