There be rain
wished I in pain
as there had been no rain
for the past ten days a strain
causing an uneasiness not in vain
as there goes the land without water
making the people to totter
walking all the way to gather
taking pots in their head to bother
they getting vexed in the sequence
not wanting to walk in the sun bringing no difference
the drought is slowly setting in with irreverence
there going to be an onset of famine with reference
if this state continues all the more in the presence
giving a delineation that would not be of prudence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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