The World Cry Poem by Naveed Akram

Why does the world lament for its replies?
To drop one tear through air is certain,
But never do faces show such illness
When the rains have washed the shores
And lands that fairly speak of certainty.
My light has hit the ground from the smiles,
Seeing a hot glow is like weeping and wetting
The face with ablutions.
Why do tears return to this lonely planet?
The insects of incisions are on the return,
Tears have flown to the bridges of certainty.
A gown is wet and shivered are you,
A going company arrives at their destination.