Days gone now when you were damsel’s crown,
Days gone now when you were passer-by’s ataraxia.
Days,when you were caressed even in deadly storms,
Now letting you fall even in the light breeze.
I wonder as if autumn has bewitched the trees,
As if tempting them to shed their veil.
Desperate and dejected you are on the ground,
With any passer-by trampling you in pieces.
‘What has knocked you down on the ground?’I asked
“When your intimates delude you,you have to fall,”it replied