Then There Is A Gang Of Non Believers Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Earth isn’t thirsty,
Earth is never this thirsty,
But those who register,
Small pieces of land in their names
At patwar offices
Are filled with thirst
Even with the blood of their own.
On the chessboard of kingdoms, pawns, bishops,
Knights, kings and queens are pitted against each other
With their own hands
And then the blood spills.
When the earth licks blood spilt over its chest,
It then feels thirsty
And then thirst craves for water.
The sky in pain cries and thunders,
Snow on high peaks wail inside and fall
Into the rivers,
Rivers over overflow like the curse of gods
Then we have floods.
Time and history are a testament to
Drowning nations.
But whose non believers are we,
Do we not believe in God and recite kalima
Then why floods engulf us.
Then there is a gang of non believers amongst us.

Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar