Clouds gather, only to dissolve
Raindrops form, only to evaporate
A new leaf is born, an old leaf lies dead
On the ground
The earth, moist, is getting drunk
On monsoon cloudbursts
But, soon, its heart will split, crack, parched
For a rain long gone
And the trees will stand alone, listless
Their leaves will rustle, restless
As they yellow and fall, one by one
And birdsong will fade away
Into some lost distance
And the sky, the earth, the moon
Will be filled with the silence
Of dead things
And the stars will go blind
And the sightless night will be engulfed
In darkness, everlasting
And on the shores
Of the edges of life
Oceans and seas will be voiceless
On their sands, on stony rocks
On lifeless barks of trees
On the broken walls of empty ruins
Poems which
had been written
By some unknown hand
Will remain, forever
Unseen, unread, unspoken
-by Rita Putatunda
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