O, God Emancipate Us!

O, earth thou art sick.
Thou art split.
An alien hath doomed thee.
Now thou art meek.

Where thou hath lost thy verdure.
Where thou hath lost the sparkling sound of rivulet.
Only the voice of melancholy canst assure.

The Phoebus brightened its countenance then.
Still it appears.
Dothn't thou find any difference as if the face smeared with pain?

O, Cupid now thou art nought
sprit of couple.Thy casting
arrow cannoth seek any heart to remove drought.

Wind thou were blowing
To cool the earth.
Now thou art breezing
as if thou art sighing.

O, God I knell before thee
to pray, bless us
the strength to over wrought
frowning and enimy.