The season of prolonged drought
this is - my heart it has invaded-
the green pasture is long gone
the once-proud flowers have withered
only parched brown ***-holes
are found in this wilderness now
that I call home and claim its ruins
amidst the surrounding mound--

here nature is mute and disfigured
there's not a drop of water around
tree-barks bleed and mosses creep
over abandoned gates--not a single sound
is heard from past cheerful birds
leaves decay and drop in succession on the waiting ground
the pale and sick sun has taken long leave
weeds and insects fester and abound--

in this desolate and sinking piece of earth
where's hope, love and beauty to be found?
dreams have perished and courage has drawn long breaths
of its vain visits discontented hours have lost count
there would be no relics worth the recording
the silence is sombre, chilling and profound
the day surrenders to the dead weight of weariness
and the shadows of night on the troubled heart mercilessly hound.