Walk! The swarm of locusts has arrived. <br />Sticking to the city of God I march and run, <br />Towards the storm so much like a tornado <br />I run and chase so that I am tired. <br />They carry us away, the gods do! <br />In front of our eyes we apologise, <br />Yet alas the fortune is not on us <br />From all quarters of the heavens <br />And from all quarters of the earth. <br />Some pleasure is at cost for we observe <br />The realities of so much audacity. <br /> <br />Now walk and walk to see a typhoon, <br />One of them dancing, one so destructive; <br />It is hideous to see such human suffering, <br />A loathsome feeling arrives at my bedroom, <br />To sway is to swing like the stormy weather.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stormy-weather-14/
