Life Is Cloudy, But There Will Be No Rains - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
These clouds have false pregnancies,
They evaporate everyday to hover up in the sky,
The farmers wait for these pregnant clouds
To rain, but instead
They emigrate into an unknown land,
These passing clouds keep
Hovering over our heads, but suddenly
They make up their minds to leave that cursed land,
Clouds leave the wasteland looking for
As long as these passing clouds leave slowly into
Their unknown destinations, then
There will no pretty rains here....!
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