There Is No More Grammar Poem by Rahman Henry

There is no news that I could send you

Over blooming mango orchard falling collapsed again
For bitter sunlight, hidden mist and early rains;
Irresistible weeds commanding over grain-fields

It has been raining for three years, cats and dogs,
Supernatural, nonstop;
Weather bureau unable to take any step
But muttering and whispering.

The bright feathered birds that used to sing
Swinging their body plumage are faded, exhausted;
Oozing feathers, they are no more birds now.

The dog is dead and going to be rotten
At the Hyacinth- filled pool edge.

There is no news to tell you

In stead of forming informative sentences, again and again
I have to compose a one and only interrogative:
'Where are you'?

Besides, in my thought,
There is no more grammar for syntax.