Wake up in the early morning
I do not see the crimson beam glaring
The white feathers are faded away
And then black bone wishes
Hello have a good day
Glaciers are running through these bones
Snowpards are trailing from their homes
Its not the winter has gone
But the global warming has already come
Everyone is keen to be powerful
Everyone anticipates to be developed
But no one knows what will happen tomorrow
So,
Why are we laughing
At the Himalayas screaming
And
Why are we nonchalance
To save all from eternal dying