A gloomy forecast
Miles away from suffering and oppression,
In the warmth of the family of Indian people.
There comes a strong inner call within us;
That our land is no longer how we remember.
Blindfolded by the reminisce of old stories;
The pieces kept breaking from the edges.
How much longer do we need to understand,
The man with the mask and the man unseen.
China’s thirst for the mineral resources;
Gradually confront to the eyes of the world.
The depth kept digging further by the greed,
Remember them,the life is not underneath us.
They cut it with a saw in what they saw;
The chain, the saw and the chainsaw all together.
One fell, two falls and a lot more falling,
Yet the Shining blades never lost its pride.
The grassland where we wander all together;
Has become a place to test our endurance.
Without Yaks, sheep and goats to protect,
The Tibetan mastiff has lost its assistance.
The fresh flow of river throughout the Asia,
Can compel to a million that endeavors life.
Who waters the leaf and let the plant dry,
Knowingly the catastrophe is on its way.
Chaos in destruction of nature and culture;
Through out the land, the air and the people.
No longer signifies the beauty endorse by it
Alas, the countdown has long began.
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