Rain
RAIN…….
RAIN……………
RAIN……………….
…………RAIN
Why
I came to this earth?
To keep my wife wet and green
But fools you buried her in concrete poles
You closed all her faces and
Made her home as tomb
You closed all my ways as roads and plots
But, You cursed me
as a hindrance of life.
I am going to sea Poor Fellows I am going to sea
Dig hundreds of meters to find me
You will find me in labs and museums
As a rare component of life
You are wasting my gift When I give and
You are going to buy it for money
You changed my rivers and lakes as buildings
You sold all my ponds, tanks as shops and houses
How can I go to my last place[sea]
No way My Man
except stagnating myself around your homes
Realize at least in this moment to keep you as human
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