The Miners Have Come Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Then the mountains fell silent.
The leafless shrubs pretended
They did not exist, waiting for
The mountain’s endorsement
Of their terrestrial existence.
The night’s silence broke through
Stacks of brown mountains
The wind blew in their faces
As though it was flowing water
And the monsoon had arrived
The fact is that the monsoon
Has already come and gone
There was no water flowing
Only hot brown sandy space
With the west wind whirling in it.
The cloud that would bring water
Has already come and gone
And there would never be water
Only blood from recent wounds.
After they have come and gone
There will be large circular holes
You stand on their rims guessing
Where their inky darkness ended.