The rain never stop crying
In the night until the next morning
The teary eyes and cloudy sky
What's there to say but our sins?
Floods in certain areas
The displaced people feeling sorrow
Losing properties and mud laced homes
What can they do but pray?
The affairs with the floods
Every year we face the truth
Where do we go wrong in our lives?
Is it Nature we have done wrong?
No doubt we have prepared
The floods which we know by now
Keeping touch with us
The singing water sometimes claim lives
The teary eyes of rain
Some where some place someone will cry
The flooding water is colour blind
Homes, properties and lives will be marked