The Red Clouds Poem by Mohammad Younus

From my childhood,
I have seen white and black clouds...
...floating in the sky;
Now, I see crimson clouds...
The eye of time has never seen!
Clouds heavy with blood drops...
Floating in the sky in crowds,
Moving with the harsh wind,
Hurrying to pour over the dead soil,
Red rain to sprout out the red tulips...
Buried alive before they could open their eyes;
Thick red clouds, whirling, rushing...
like a madman chasing children...
stoning at him for a sport;
The clouds are pregnant with red rain...
tears of orphaned children, full widows,
half widows, half dead parents, and wailing siblings, and friends;
As if afraid of sinister demons, frightened people are screaming,
Babies clinging to their mothers' dried up breasts;
Who will console them that rain of mercy is preparing...
to shower over them in a gush?
Terror and fear will go;
Peace and love will return;
The rule of law will prevail for ever,
Inshallah!
Inshallah!


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