Once the land that was lush green
Has turned into an arid land
Stripping the vast landscape everyday
Taking the covers off
Leaving bare the heart of serenity
Brooks and rivers running dry
Leaving trails of devastation
Trees ripped off from the roots
A part of land dies everyday
Not a drop of tear to shed
The agony of barrenness
Stares through the cracked soul
Lost days of glory
Now ashamed of its shadow
No one can feel the agony
Only to be left alone, in oblivion