No one is calling me today
and I went hearing the call.
The call is sent by the sky
Through air and I am fired.
This time also I am hopeful
that the bees would come with honey.
With the honey I can sing openly
and the flowers would cooperate me.
Rain arrived late though to the fields,
And the farmers are their to make merry
Forgetting their money they have deposited
as crops insurance and security bonds.
But it is flood, come and see,
Come and if you so like, service be rendered.