Saturday, March 23, 2013

Drought, Millions slain

When I look across the terrain,
I see nothing for the eyes to entertain, 
Shrubs no more, our lands plain, 
For drought had plants, people slain...

They say, no hard-work no gain, 
No right child without cane, 
No mud-play without stain,
 No railroad without a train, 
No drop of rain without prayer strain.

To Allah lets focus our brain,
Together lets ask for God's ordain, 
To bless us with a torrential rain,
Solution, lets cry not in vain, 
For Allah hears most, from those in pain...

Hudhaifah Siyad
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