I cry in autumn. 

I cry in autumn for the lost last summer. 

I cry in autumn for the sad cold winter. 

I cry in autumn for the never ending assignments. 

I cry in autumn for the innocent ignorance of childhood. 

I cry this autumn for the children ignorant of the innocent ignorance of childhood. 

I cry in autumn for my grandmother’s wrinkled face and wise eyes. 

I cry in autumn for the melancholy music of the fan on number two. 

I cry in autumn for the lost friendships and the new one’s which I am going to lose one day. 

I cry in autumn for crying in autumn. 

I cry in autumn for autumn. 

-Armaan

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