By Jayasree Chakraborty
This time, pour less.
Monsoon came this year so soon,
Cascading and spelling doom.
Formidable rains that forget to pause.
We are yet to come out of the last chaos, oh! raindrops.
Many times, rain is a delight, bringing a smile,
Blooming flowers, greenery everywhere.
Alas! The granary is empty, and the fields are bare.
Albeit our thatched roofs need repair,
Even the livestock is caught unaware.
Everywhere, there is despair,
We are already under much duress.
Rain, spare us. This time, do not excess.
Bless us, and downpour less.