Earth to the mankind
You have torn my bosom,
You have spoiled my face;
With the streams of your blood,
My surface is now totally red.
Often it is my deep sigh of pain,
That becomes floods and quakes;
If still you don’t mend your ways ,
My sighs will reduce you to rubble.
Dr. Mustafa Kamal Sherwani
Lucknow, U.P. India
