Windstorm Poem by Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

How beautiful was the rain
How beautiful was the windstorm
There was a bustling life
There was a hailstorm
The water seems to come and again come
The sullen wind will soon awake
There will be a new windstorm
But I saw rather bright sunlight that day
And wind in its full form
Then I took a sigh of relief
Because everything will transform
There will be a newsy event
Then roam not like a thatched roof
Whenever the sun rises makes the things uniform
Tear everything that is wrong
So the poor will be strong
And they will not be wrong
The sea has a shaggy jaws
That envelopes things cheeky by jowl
I wish that no jackal may howl
So never speak anything foul
Never kill a bird or fowl
On the top of it never wait for the windstorm
That may break your car's windscreen