Voiceless Cry
The voice of the green rain’s steps
Arrives here from the road
Since thirst has brought a few dust-blurred laps
They became breathless for water, burning
Their mouths are dry, dry and dusty
They are coming here
Girls full of pain, tormented figures
Happiness has vanished from their faces
Their hearts are old and ruptured
No smile is formed on their lips
No tear trickles down from their arid eyes
My God!
I don’t know whether their voiceless cry reaches the clouds
Or to the sky.
It is the voice of the green rain’s steps.
2002
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