A breeze blows,

Clouds also gather,

I want it to rain so much!

Dipping moon,

Fights the darkness,

I want it to dissipate!

I see hope,

After a long time,

Heralding some good tidings.

Let the smiles,

Stay on and turn bright,

More and more with every day.

O my God,

Let mercy pour down,

And quench parched dreams everywhere.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Produced on 18.12.2008, in Karachi, Pakistan.

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