Will The Spring Fall Silent? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

They say that the spring will fall silent and its footfall,
We shall never come to feel it,
The wisps and whiffs of the spray of scent and fragrance
Brought on by the wind.

The silent spring, spring turned silent, how can it be,
We know it not,
Why will it fall silent, why are they saying so,
Will it come again really?

The woods lying barren and bereft of all greenery,
The hills turned empty,
Without the rocks, stones and trees
And the hot sun falling over.

The woods lie they deforested, trees cut down and cleared forth,
Hills wearing a deserted outlook,
As the rocks blasted and the stones quarried,
Looking barren-barren.

The abnormal rise in temperatures, soaring and falling beneath,
The world has fears from,
The heat wave and the cold taking a toll heavy over,
But man still unaware of, unmindful of all that.

Will the spring, a season of flowers and celestial beauties,
Looking dreamy, natural, fragrant and sweet,
Pass away, giving way to the hot summerdays baffling all,
Perspiring and parching?

The burning earth will not exist then, soaring and searing with,
The rise in temperature,
No respite, no relief will be there
From the summer coming.

Will the spring fall silent,
Will it not come,
Will the tender buds not come out,
Will the cuckoo coo not sweetly?