The Trees Are Silent Poem by Rajendra Kumar

The Trees are silent,
Closing their eyes and musing over
What they've suffered from,
Dropping their lustrous garbs
And are ready to bare their limbs.

... now naked, ... all naked.
Their limbs are Time-ridden,
So many cracks are like deep chasms
Tempting us to recall a succulent Past.

Like widows lamenting over their lost jewels,
They let their dry leaves fall,
But are ready to endure what may come.