The rain is weird today,
It makes me cry,
How does the heart wet as well?
I can't ponder, but you're welcome to try.
In merciful mornings, most merrily drenched,
The sky and ground heed each other,
As every plot is wrenched.
Try to swerve as much, fruitless endeavours become,
Or go where the river takes you?
Hah! Just for fishes will be there some.
For who goes anymore, the one eschewed by fate?
No one, I sigh aloud, as the only remains till date,
Are every life and lost till horizons unseen,
Embroiled in this weird rain.
