DESERT RIVERS

Deserts too have their rivers.

Entombed from birth in the earth

Waters mightier than Voltas

Lie hid from glare of sun

And winds that dry.

Roofed not by sky

But rocks that do not always hold,

These run their unwitnessed course

To their unwitnessed end. Without a sound

They gush into bowels of seas

Far, far away from unaided human eyes.

If you cannot see our tears it does not mean we do not cry.