Waiting For First Rain
Very Eagerly
Want To, From Summer,
Flee
Waiting For Bathing In,
First Rain,
There Is Dryness,
In Each And Every Lane.
Waiting For First Rain,
To Fullfill Their Wishes,
Now We Are Bore To Eat,
Oily Dishes
God Please Make The Raindrops,
To Fall On Earth, Which Is So Wide,
I, Now, Cannot See,
Farmers Doing Sucide……..
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