Compos Mentis, an ode of xerxes for Chinar tree

The brook is gushing somewhere
You are flowing, you won't be what you were

Some thoughts melt slowly due to some spiritual fear
But actions storm out from same old behaviour

Like the 'chinar' leaf floating in air with rhythm
Until it was compelled to land, in autumn

The cold breeze scattered it here and there, a kind of stroll
Until it got dumped under the snow or bumped with a wall

Meaning its existence was that , it never rose up
So it always was a fall

Like the colours of a chinar leaf, thoughts keep changing
Green, red, yellow brown and then nothing

One day in autumn she walked in the chinar garden
Destiny's play, her feet touched the same leaf that had fallen

The leaf wept and melted like an icicle
Hanging in the winter sun, under roof edge to trickle

Like the melting of an icicle, love keeps dripping
Sharp as dagger, then blunt ice and then nothing

The leaf sang 'Ombra mai fu' for her
Which was the ode of xerxes for Chinar
"never was the shade of dear,
amiable, more sweet and near"

She heard it and sensed melancholy in the songs tempo
Then playfully ran along with her friends away from the chinar meadow

The leaf felt bit of blithe for falling so low
Became ready to get buried under the falling snow

'Sweet memories' kept the leaf singing
Like dub lub of his heart and then nothing

She sometimes listens to this poignant ode
When she tries to find a foreign station on radio
----shahzad