How do I

Mir Mahboob Ali

Clouds in the sky make me cry

I feel small and useless

Before its mighty goodness.

They drop to the earth,

Touch the dry land,

Like a magic wand

Instill life into its heart.

It breathes and produces.

What do I?

Raindrops cleanse earth off filth and dirt,

Cleanse human hearts of evils and sins:

Loathsome smallness and pettiness,

Unthinkable treachery and mistrust,

Inhuman brutality and vengeance,

Unspeakable falsehood and impiety,

How do I?