In the abyss
The world is becoming shallow
Gardens are turning to eldritch places
Mourning
Of sorrows
The river is bleeding too
Scars have replaced the liveliness of the cities
Seasons have tarnished
The sky is losing its shadow
And yet here we are still sitting at ease
Not searching for a tune, a rhythm
That would bring back the spring
Again
That would make the wind laugh cheerfully
Again
That would bring peace to this chaotic world
Again
But now as I face this world
I comprehend one thing
That the cadence of suffering has begun...

- Mohit Yenugwar