After The Sky Had Been Wounded Poem by Naveed Akram

Yesterday it rained hard,
The drops turned into blood
For the sky hurt and destroyed
Us in anger with its own image.
For the design of the clouds
Was the destruction of hills,
The same green mounds of love.
Now the blood built a barn
For the animals after centuries,
And the redness of the sky
Had died, had succumbed to
Green Nature's love and beauty.
Today, it was a barn of love,
Loving the solutions of a time.