The oppression disappears,
human never bears.
Sky is covered with clouds,
Pockets are full of pounds.
Land will have vast rain,
Allah, enriches these empty brain.
Allah! ! Bestow us with rain,
We were previously in pain.
We never go back, We are on train.
Allah! ! our country needs welfare,
We need peace to declare,
New generation is to prepare,
Goodness is coming,
Blessing is running.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, a great write. Really liked it. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Rise Of The Crow.