Spring and summer return dumb
murmurless waits the earth
to watch the cycle of nothingness
in vivid cycles of birth and death.
Parents disappear from sight
mangoes fall like pelted stones
urchins pick up
trees never see
pain chases pleasure
like night the day
no gauge to size up
unsung lyrics written long ago.
How long to watch
the fleeting scenes
the silent parade of
the seasons, mind and heart
losing count of nature's motion.
If all this is to
draw a zero,
the finger and sand are enough
why need book and degree,
pen and brush
to imitate the dots
leading to a dark infinity.
Sabita Sahu
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