The going gets rough and tough Journeying on a route so crude Meeting varieties of sordid happenstances That beg understanding The lost leading the blind Down the alley of the confused Babbling endless a cacophonous outcry of distress Is all that signals the presence Jakali hill in the end heralds a coming That of hope but no joy yet This burden is still on the beastly donkey's back Waiting to be offloaded Bearing it with resilient patience Knowing for sure that would be done When it will be done Until then babbling rabble rousers Will rule this roost Making out that they know When dug deep it shows they know nix So we bear their useless banter On the south bank though The merciless mogul sits in pride Dispensing terror at will On a hapless folk Who depend on faith To come to their succour Waiting that endless wait It seems the deity is gone awol Leaving them to suffer With no aid coming at all Jakali is never going to cease This is the end of their joys Or perhaps a test of their real faith Before getting relief Like rain after a long long drought The interval though is jakali's reign
Very philosophical kaani, very mature. brilliant, brilliant. thanks man..
Surah- Ar-Rum 30-22 "And among His signs is the creation of heavens and the earth, and the difference of your languages and colours. verily, in that are indeed signs for men of sound knowledge." Qu'ran
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