Question Poem by Hira Ahsan

Misery'trouble and mess all around
To me! will till death all these surround?

Blissful life from you I demand
O my God! where is your wand?

You are the hope of cure for sick
Wealth are you that poor look for
Safe are your arms for terror-stricken
Supplicate'pray and keep on crying
Those who get nothing at all....! !

Your creation dies rolling on sand..
Earth has become a dreadful land..! !
Bless some smiles to the grief-stricken
Before they occupy their eternal land
Wrinkled face'bony figure'teary eyes'tired hands
Till grave does each tear land...! !

Humbly I bow before you...
Save us all...you created though

Its just a matter of a word for you...
Let go a merciful stroke of your wand...
Let the world be like your magic land! ! !