The Foul Air~~~

The Heavens' lights turn off by themselves
The Gods and the Goddesses lower their gazes
Suck in their tears
And retreat to their respective apartments,
While, having, engraved on their faces,
A poem, hurting and suffering!

The Heavens' air turn foul
And the fairies,
Shuddering with fear,
Mutter among themselves,
'Something is just not right!'

Pray, the Mother of the Gods stands up
All alone
And glances, in her magical mirror,
At the happenings of Earth!

Remaining ever so silent,
Her lips shut tight,
She can help not but let blood trickle down her face!

Her agony cannot be felt by anyone
Though it can be seen by everyone
Yet, none can come to her help
As,
The whole of humanity has chosen
To forsake the path she has chosen for them,
Caring,
Rather, to indulge in the pleasures
Of temporary sins!

Why, the whole of the Heavens are grieving
More so, since, they can have no control over things,
Their hearts, suffering with the pricks of pain
Shall be ignored,
While they'll try
To keep carrying on with their duties
While the Mother of Gods
Shall wipe her tears and smile comfortingly at them
To imbibe in them
Her strength!