We , our intentions never surrender
under the glee of monsoon,
subtle rain, dreaming, thrashing,
we are struggling, crying....with pain of love and hurt Inside !!
A wild brick sedimentation mixed water flood through lane !,
our umbrella prevent it when it become harsh !
Our coloured attire become wet !,
cold has a loving nature,
sweetness; our thoughts hold
umbrella Shop, raincoat Shops, teashops become their place of escape,
Love is a ride to heaven,
Pain, a ride from heaven to earth and then into hell?
Why cant we receive cold without making a fire ? through this woolen dress , or a shawl or a blanket !
with umbrellas and without escaping into a shelter ?
Our flute was torned several times !
By which we sung our music of Love !
with these thunder and lightening?
This strength of this rain will improve !,
Scaffolding with songs and dances of birds and animals !
That flute seller don't know our song
He never understood our song in love !
Our nature pressured him to make hole again in his flute!
They in pairs, repair !
Our umbrella's bars were broken,
That umbrella Seller never thought about preventing our emotional tearful rain !
They stitched the cloth of umbrella to prevent rain!
while in rain ; our shoes were torned,
we slipped several times, fall down injured,
But he cant understand...