Mud Smears To Come

Rain rain come come to speak Swallow hasn't sang at the sky, The Sun must warm summer cicada hasn't said; Timber or Silk Cotton Tree to sit tightly. Today weather is very nice Come on mud smears, Mud Bath we all in Knee Calf in the rainy season's harvest in the land. Shravan sky comes the rain Pumpkin on scaffolding, dragon fly. Here we are bathing The mind of the filth back to wash the dirt. Plough has beaten those farmer Harrowing uneven, being equal Paddy planted here to come Transplanted the transplanted to smear mud coming out.