(Translation Project): Silence

(From Thamizh - 'Mounam')

trees shed leaves and leaves lose colour
and sunshine glorifies itself with new
discovered shades of purple and gold
rivers flow through any or every place that
offers some space to breathe - the wild
stream of recollected and anticipated thought
flows through and across new skies blue
words and worlds unseen and unheard of
and the infinite depths that we longed
for, in eyes and our souls predicting time
are here with us, born from behind silent
trees that shed leaves, the leaves that lose
colour - as we take turns with our silence