The earth is burning,
The soil is dying,
Masses are tormented,
By the Flames
In the North.
The Sun
Showering embers,
The winds Blowing fire,
The Home is in peril,
Our home in the north.
Heaven we seek,
To the south ,
We Retreat
But the heart never blooms
Away From the north.
And then we see
The monsoons
From the heaven,
Quenched our Land
And our hearts
In the North.
The Perceptions Square 
Nice poem.
Thank you sir!
A lovely piece of writing… well expressed!
Thank you Iris , it means alot !
You’re most welcome.