
No snow is white here
Red with unending enmity
The bitter land of war

No snow is white here
Red with unending enmity
The bitter land of war

There is a country on the Far East
much favoured by every beauty of nature
A land of splendid hills
Here the flowers are not plucked
and the roads are not soiled
There is unlimited freedom
with different people united
Voices are soft
and everybody is heard
Animals speak here –
Dogs in a pleasing voice,
Horses commanding
Cats proud
and the squirrels in a melting tone
No arrogance and abuse
in the countless networking sites
Acceptance and equality all around
with opportunities in abundance

Just like the eagle
scouting and brooding
near the sea
for an easy prey,
the powerful
look for ways
to demean the powerless
You may see them
in your tormenting boss
in the tyrant of your class
Hunters pursuing animals
Clients taking turns to shout at you
The politician targeting enemies
Or even governments grabbing lands

The maple tree stealthily conceals the water
and with glee, sprinkles a few drops
on each unsuspecting traveler
The sparrow delicately licks
the fresh water from a leaf
savouring the taste
before moving on
The land below absorbs the water greedily,
leaving a few drops out of pity
for the ever-hungry sun