Don't Drive Me Wildly

A Request !

Green olives and blue berries,

And I give you luscious cherries.

Fragrant flowers and blooming buds,

Inspiring you to create ravishing studs,

Everything has been made for gain.

Nothing is vain on this terrain.

As, I treat you mildly;

Don't drive me wildly

Strong wheat and stout grain,

Without these your life inane,

Green valleys and silver mountains:

Glorious oceans and roaring fountains

Everything has been made for gain.

Nothing is vain on this terrain.

As, I treat you mildly;

Don't drive me wildly

Wealthy minerals and precious stones;

These hidden jewels are my bones.

Shimmering diamonds and charming pearls;

Valued metals and emerald twirls

Everything has been made for gain.

Nothing is vain on this terrain.

As, I treat you mildly,

Don't drive me wildly.

What you give in return?

Ammunition and drone run.

Toxic breath and poisonous rains,

It is difficult to really remain.

Greed of wealth and lust for destruction;

Tramped meadows and craze of construction,

I have a humble request.

Not to lose your eternal quest.

But, as, I treat you mildly,

Don't drive me wildly.

by Farwa Shafqat

Old Ravian

Pakistan