Silent Death

With cries unheard,
With tearless tears,
With wrought un-thought,
The leaf did swaying drop.

A thick thicker than thickest,
Where not a ray does peep,
No leaf to touch or stone,
But shed with soundless moan.

The merciless sun does beat,
The life which is so sweet,
And leaves it standing bare,
Naked – none to care.

It crumples and drops,
As sun mercilessly chops,
To mix with soil below,
Dried, crushed – No growth!
- By Munnan Misra