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...
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