" Crispy leaves, sufferings, but senescence
It maybe fall, but it's more than just a fall
Not snowing outside, but the cold dry wails
The spilled maple syrup, slowly adsorbing in soil

I've problems and circumstances, with the winds of west
The blood, i can't resist it's flow
The thoughts, i can't see without
The ambition, I'm breathing

I'd lift my eyes, but the sky won't forgive me
Earth, mortal things don't own such pride
Eyes carry a million thousand answers
Music is a lie, listen to the silence

This prolonged Saturday war, how would i bear my ink
November, why would you leave me this Tuesday?
Muscles carry nerves, there's such poetry within
And here's a panalty, to live until next November "

― Mohammad Hafiz Ganie ,