Karachi Waiting For The Clouds

What else are the Hell even birds unwell! Flowers dried and died on the ground they fell Still breathing and whispering in faint voices Terrorist is the sun extremist in his vices Dear Mother Earth! Order your eldest sons, Winds, the beloveds may join the oceans Hop, soon the fighters, will take off, and intercept, The satanic old sun must be defeated, But exiled only to come back in the winter Having learnt some affection that of a father! Karachi is waiting for the clouds of love, A bird has come out, welcome, it's a dove!