On The Day Of Ramadan Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

We have talked about the tip on the forehead
Now, let's talk about commodity prices branded
In the summers' hot afternoon, fire in the market afflicted,
By unbearable prices, The masses are overwhelmed,
If someone presses the brakes, if there is some reassurance,
On the day of Ramadan, enormous joy will be in endurance.

Talked about commodity prices,
Now let's talk about the gas crisis,
The flow of gas does not match in the house,
There is no pressure to go, nothing to glow the crouse,
There is no way to cook, as if a glacier is moving in hause,
On the day of Ramadan, at least if cooking could bounce.

Talked about the gas crisis,
Now let's talk about load shedding,
In a completely electrified country, why is electricity in debt?
Hour after hour of load shedding, people upset,
If there is enough power, load shedding is reset,
On the day of Ramadan, the courtyard of joy will blow the clarinet.

Talked about load shedding,
Now let's talk about traffic jams,
City after city is stuck in traffic jams,
No vehicle is moving, it is standing still in the run,
Domestic life, office-court stagnant on the highway Gulistan,
If it moves suddenly, life will be vibrant in Ramadan.

Talked about traffic jams,
Now let's talk about mosquito infestation,
It's like the land of Namrud, occupied by millions of mosquitoes,
City Corporation Failed, Small Mosquitos prevailed,
Life is unbearably nailed,
On the day of Ramadan, rejoice will be unveiled
If the mosquitoes are destroyed by poisons inhaled.