By- Parthajit Borah
Withered bodies of trees lost
In the moment of autumnal ethos.
Nestlings departed from its trunks
Singing the song of late night.
Dry leaves of naked trees silently
accepted every challenges .
Sky merged with the arid breeze
for the pale fragrance of the nature.
A sound of flute from the remote hamlet
can not cover the pangs of the nature.
Now, dreams are shattered and fallen
at the hands of dryness,
Only Silence spewed their agony.