Composed Clouds Poem by Farooq Kuchay

Don't go away, alarmed gloomy mountains.
For there is immense fuss, on the plains.
People have polluted not only the earth.
Diseases like Corona took uninvited birth.



The clouds brooded upon for a while.
For they have travelled from a distant mile.
They intend to sail down, onto the ground.
Jackals and serpents, they found all around.



They get busy dividing, the land into pieces.
And day after day, loneliness increases.
Sufis taught to share the land equally.
In a small cottage they lived decently.



Clouds were at peace on the peak of hill.
Because the peak is composed and still.
Under the peak, there rests a friend of God.
Whose soul is free, travelling in abroad.


Clouds are preparing to set back on travel.
For they found earth in never ending battle.
They gazed up to the Master of heavens.
Calling for an end to this mess without weapons.