Where has vanished the Heaven on Earth?
Who effaced their childhood near the hearth?
Where is the cheer of those pinkish cheeks
who gamboled around in the snow-white peaks?
And gone are the days when the blue sky
would play with tides and the clouds would cry
out of joy and the bright of the yellow flowers
would dance with the wind and sing with the showers?
Where is the fragrant sandalwood brown
which distilled the air so heavenly to drown
Hushed are the chirps of those purple birds
who danced along the rhythm divine
Choked is the lively solar flare
And grey is the silvery lunar shine
Now the lakes are brown and long gone is the poise
of the bulwark mountains in the reverbating noise
The sun spits fire and the skies are grey
flowers rest on empty graves and the bodies decay
floating in the lakes which used to be green
Shut dead is the valley someday called serene.
Grey is the white,
Red are those pinks
Cursed black are the souls,
And the heavenly air stinks
Crimson is God’s lap in slaughter insane
And man has fallen from heaven yet again…