The New Hope of Life
Each and all are happy with the, "Ashaar",
The season of rain
It overwhelm the heart and soul
With its sweet melody
Rim zhin
zhin.
The atmosphere is turbulent today
With the ceaseless dropping of rain,
The air is violent with its curving motion.
But poor people has been scared
In their dilapidated cottage
With acute
Pain.
It will make the flood to float away their home
They have to pay a lot to live
Ashaar, is dreadful for
Them.
Ashaar makes the life and breaks too
Yet the season is life-giving
It's true.
So, we sing and dance;
Ashaar to gone
Through.
In those days it was drought,
Soil had became dry and was burning
Life was very much tough and
Struggling and
Each and all was eagerly awaiting for the
Lightening clouds and
Rain.
Ashaar brings the new hope of life
New buds blooms out makes trees green
Farmers go the field to cultivate
It washes away the dirt and makes atmosphere
Clean.
There will be no sign of life besides Ashaar
So, so all we bow down to it and praise
Its glory to
Raise.
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