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This is the only dead nation
That enjoys Allah's wrath
They believe dry winters
Potent therapy to their lands
Wanting hustle and bustle thrive
Through out the year in Bazaars
Though that's a need too
Accidents of this negligence and antithesis
Happens to happen
Against every season
Winters without precipitation and snowfall
With an ill hope that Springs bloom
And Summers cloudy, cold and full of rain
And the Fall with elephantine harvest
Richness of science and hollow reason
But they remain forever fools
Our good, great ancestors
Where better equipped with rationality
Sapiens of this wise era
Say... thank God it didn't snow at all
It is not raining in March and April
When the water bodies dry and leaves wilt
This deformed species begin to wail
Without any sorry and consideration
Upon the ethereal glow that spread on their faces
During the dry winters and now when
The wrath elongated into the Spring
Bountifulness of Summers came to halt
Weak waterbed couldn't beatify
Sun-baked canopies.
Everything around us is designed
With a divine plan
Imagine how ugly it would be
If a girl bear mustaches
Or a boy gets girly voice
So every season has its own grace
Snowy Winter and Springs raining
Hot Summer but dry Autumn
Is that divine plan
And how can a man of clear wisdom
Consider himself at solace
When everything is at odds.
©Kawsar Khalil
