Monsoon In Kannur

Forests felled, Seas polluted

Skies ablaze, Plans convoluted

In a world of all our making,

We strut and we preen

Thinking ourselves as masters,

Of all that we've seen.

But nature knows its secrets,

It will ring its own death knell.

We cut and we burn it

We dam and we drain It

We think we can take,

But nature will regain.

The balance has been tipped,

And the scales they will fall,

As nature reclaims,

What once was her’s to enthrall.

Gaia resurrect!

Swirling serpents descend from the sky

Mighty Monsoon that we can’t deny

Mighty Monsoon that we can’t deny

Mighty Monsoon that we can’t deny