Watching from my window sill
I saw him walking, a lion in thrill
Streets shivering of his mighty shrill
On his call they come and fill
An army of dogs route march and drill.

Peeping through my window pane
A group of birds landing on the lane
Through which cars flown in train
Now laying like a snake in pain.

Prying eyes through melancholy windows
I saw spring sprouting fast in meadows
Nature dancing reviving lacking human shadows.

For bringing back her magical touches
As she strikes, one but all happily blushes.

Oh, dear mother, forgive your prodigal sons.

Awful calmth of streets in still
Sinking my spirits in silence they remain
Without the treading feet of two legged fellows
One and twenty days freed from his clutches
Nature will revive, but her sons fearfully in their prisons.

Break! break! break dear friend, break the fretting chain
Wake! wake! wake yourself, not the time for sleep
Clean! clean! clean your hands, wash the little stain
Keep! keep! keep the distance, no time for weep.
Close! close! close your doors, sway of death in reap
Lay low, dim and low, let the season pass
Pain of ashes from unmade graves of mass
Frozen fear gripping through the silent hearts.

Let us hail those souls through our singing brass
Who kept fighting to save the human hearts.

frozen moon
shivered in horror
when death rolls.

Like the rays of light
abandon the sun at night -
virtue spares faithful.

death wandering worlds
like a snake devouring air -
detach and live clean.

One and only foe
we have is our ignorance -
those led by, perish.