Sobbing Landscape

With these snow-capped mountains
That drained out their red wine,
For decades and that had gotten
Seeped into the soil, and now in every
Autumn these Chinars exhibit that,
Redness on their leaves;
And the story is being
Repeated by the unmoving oppressor,
These trees and the fragrance of these Flowers give them the power to attract.
The honey bees, to select the nectar
To come out with the most tasteful
Natural syrup, and in this city
I found sadness hasn’t engulfed
Only the inhabitants but rather
The landscape is sobbing relentlessly
These trees, gardens and flowers,
Have lost their battle against the evil
That has cursed us all,
Our enemy is not only a warmonger
He performs ancient black magic
On the dead bodies, burn and drag
Them on the black snow.
Birds who had learnt recently,
How to fly were caged and their
Wings were cut off, they were barred
From flying and seeking the fresh air.
These gardens remain covered and
Draped in the winter, frozen leaves
And crispy branches can no longer
Hold this snow and garden itself
Can’t withstand this mayhem anymore