Leaves have all fallen off.
The tree stands there
Bare and nude,
Past her days of fecundity
Past her power to survive a sun
Pitiless and crude.
She is no more inviting to birds
Nor is she comforting with her scanty shade,
To travelers’ burning thirst.
Knobbly and shriveled up all over,
She ekes out an existence
Without a relevant cause.
Alas! She remembers....
She remembers that many leaves ago
Wind from wild south
Made her dance
From root to the tenderest bough;
She remembers those rainbow days
When sensuous drops came whispering
On her tiny buds and sleepy foliage;
She remembers that life’s full tide
Once swelled her blossoms
And made her darling to every living eye.
Now it is night.
Quiet incommunicable pain.
The smell of earth is more than ever
Yasif Ahmad Faysal teaches English at the Barisal University.