In the name of Allah the most beneficent and most merciful...
Coming home this winter is not worth.
The tiny leaves are yet to boom.
The old shed ones are still beneath.
And bushes are in good health.
The showers are still to log the bottom
& colonies are busy in the tasks to survive
Everyone is carrying each one’s heart
Being prepared to overcome the starve.
The hard man is pulling the plow
The yields had gone very low
The flowing tears pray to the lord
To bless the land far and broad.
A little baby out of home
Building for her a paper boat
And waits for the waters to
Carry the dreams across roads.
And the day came when the flight of
The rain landed on the earth in the terrible way.
The Bushes departed from the Greens.
The colonies collapsed from the screen.
The voice of the hard remained as scream.
The paper boat left behind as a dream.
Coz.
The man misused the gifts of God
He had become the rude and fraud
His mind is filled with Evil thoughts
And was disobeying our Master’s words.
Oh Allah Almighty we beg you,
Please forgive our sins and Guide us to the Right path.
