Thick clouds of fear and terror are around
Least bothered are those who have been crowned
Sighs of grief and pain still remain unheard
Deprived of peace is this unfortunate world
Emaciated stomachs and parched tongues long for food
People are forced to swallow things which are crude
Wealth is the possession of those who are shrewd
Fate of the poor, depends solely on their mood
Even the firmament has lost its’ pacifying beauty
Succession of drones has shattered the serenity
To make it worse, there came a natural calamity
Another opportunity to establish a show of charity
The rivers also wept as much as they could
It’s our responsibility to do more than we should
In fact, if we won’t help then no one would
‘Shelter’, a far cry, atleast give them a hood
Searching for helping hands many died in water
The fierce waves got together and decided to batter
For humans, it should be a serious matter
Do implement what you say to make things better
Such is the ambience of my jolted land
The need of the hour is a caressing hand
As, distraught with dismay are those on this sand
Rise and rebuild their dreams just as they planned
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:54 AM UTC
Thick clouds of fear and terror are around
Least bothered are those who have been crowned
Sighs of grief and pain still remain unheard
Deprived of peace is this unfortunate world
Emaciated stomachs and parched tongues long for food
People are forced to swallow things which are crude
Wealth is the possession of those who are shrewd
Fate of the poor, depends solely on their mood
Even the firmament has lost its’ pacifying beauty
Succession of drones has shattered the serenity
To make it worse, there came a natural calamity
Another opportunity to establish a show of charity
The rivers also wept as much as they could
It’s our responsibility to do more than we should
In fact, if we won’t help then no one would
‘Shelter’, a far cry, atleast give them a hood
Searching for helping hands many died in water
The fierce waves got together and decided to batter
For humans, it should be a serious matter
Do implement what you say to make things better
Such is the ambience of my jolted land
The need of the hour is a caressing hand
As, distraught with dismay are those on this sand
Rise and rebuild their dreams just as they planned
This poem depicts the present situation of my beloved country (PAKISTAN). This country has been hit with the worst floods ever in history. I also appeal all the members of HELLO POETRY to pour in their contributions and help those who have been affected,