Lost in Translation

Enough of the pestering quirk, that simple melodic lullaby turned into a hideous discordant sound of buses and trains. It became a malady in the midst of angelic glances; a perfidy along the road to Paradiso. And whose fault is the incursion of this malignant-like tumor of suppressed ignorance and bestial criticism?The hard-pressed wounds continue to linger down south the tropical savanna; forcefully making its turn to reach the peak of the un-molested Himalayas. Where art thou is the language of Aphrodite? Could less be it found, the irreversible motives and intentions lying beneath the inhospitable façade?