DROUGHT
There is no use, whining and complaining.
You do not hear our meek, feeble voices.
While you dance and rejoice in cool cascades,
Burnt, barren - I lay on the blazing sand.
Last summer did I harrow through the dirt,
Digging deeper into my six feet pit,
Sowing kernels I will never watch bloom -
A meagre inheritance for my son
What use is it now to keep that scarecrow?
No yield remains for birds to snatch and steal.
I have stood with my arms outstretched, waiting
To be but denied by God's scavengers.
So let me stand before this pleasant noose -
A fertile ring against desolation.
- Maryam Kaleem
A late upload - dedicated to those farmers who have suffered due to the drought in recent years. Monsoon is here now, Alhamdulillah. I pray it rains enough. I pray our farmers live a happy, prosperous life. I pray they escape persecution. I pray they never have to take such drastic steps to have their voice heard.
Touching and beautiful... Nice Masha Allah!
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DeleteBeautifully written... Baarak Allah feeki :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. Waiyyaki! :)
DeleteVery nice Maryam. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Maryam. Thanks.
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