A WEEP

All starts to curse themselves

for being worse..

So whatever weface

are the ways we need to trace.

Villages, thee farms of lives-

all blames the rest

for, the village into a trough.

Rain stewed our land,

showering the whole night

if one had come, monitored, 

our village would had been safe.

We fled on intense rain,

if someone made a drain

we would had been safe in home- all thought

The rural men sat-prayed

Oh God! stop the rain

all those of vain..

They cursed themselves for their sin

praised for god to bless

and then, storm was about to swallow us

THE RAIN PUT US ON FLAMES

what to do out of blames..

We went to rain

dug her chest to drain away,

toiled, and throttled the fall

suppressed the weep of my mother, 

for all the sins we done

which hurted you my mom

I recurrs...

My belated homeage....

forgive me for...

I am a traitor who hurted you......