Restless Self: A Dry Memory Poem by Noen Muti

In this barren land,
I am a restless soul,
Longing for the rain that never comes,
A memory of times gone by.

Days stretch on,
With no relief in sight,
A thirst that cannot be quenched,
A longing that cannot be put right.

Memories of rain,
Fade with each passing day,
A yearning for a time long past,
A longing that cannot be swayed.

In this dry and barren land,
I am a restless soul,
Longing for the rain that never comes,
A memory of times gone by.