Light erupt in to the shrine
Where lamp not lit to days
I could see a pitch of cloud
That moved over head
With a heap of smuggle water
raptore
Wrapped in the black clot
Beards by gaze
Muttered a prayer for rain
Parted my lips
with a ray of hope
To collect few droplet
Impression option
Over shadowed the thirst
the cracked barren land
The carted barren withered
plants in my gadet
moved their heads and
Beret with joy
In the cares of gentle breeze
