We hear you, O naughty clouds!

We hear you!

You already have purchased the time

So we became corpses without any reason and rhymes

Hey siren, keep it playing

Devastation is joining

Sergeant death ranged the bell

We hear you, O deadliest hell!

Supreme master, we were already reduced to rubbles

How much more we need to be humble?-

Just let us know

Here the tide isn’t our favor

Serenity has anchored at other harbor

Our miseries have turned into great treasuries

Don’t call it the game of fictionary

Here we are in a great play

Here we are rusty and blunted blades

Deaths are manufactured here in industrial grade

Our skeletons aren’t worth it in political trade

Who else will buy this abandoned human gang?

We are rich with anguish and pangs

All our woes are wholesale
Our dead bodies can’t be retail

Our existence already shrank

Now wipe us out from this human bank

Rainfall of havocs

Debris down the docks

With the vapors of tears, our sky is clouded

Our sorrows stink

Day and night, we are taking shower with bloodsheds

We hear you, O devilish shade!

We hear you!

Our prayers never reach the higher sky and divine layers

May we ask-

Where is our boon?

Where is our boon?

Supreme master, we are about to disappear soon

To all western clouds, we’ll be known as goons

Efface all our stories from this historical gust

We have already transformed into the dust

We hear you, O naughty clouds!

We hear you!

-Somoy Shafi