Times Never Mind Poem by Nilima Deb

I had an occasional conversation
with the lonely tree,
and the yellow river of wounds passed
through the secret path;
where the juveniles separated for first time.
A silent lust speaks a lot!
I feel worthy piece yet to be come.
Yes nothing was different they breathe together
once again after 40 years.
For perpetual love's sake they agreed,
still feel the same they used to.
But not a single drop of water is alive
to grow at least a single leaf!
Times never mind
Fly high….