Deserts too have their rivers.
Entombed from birth in 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 sound, they gush into the bowels of seas
Far, far away from unaided human eyes.
If you cannot see our tears
It does not mean we do not cry.
Lade Worsonu
