Over poured
It rained whole week
We have no words to speak
It spoiled mood for nine days festival
It was gloom for festival’s arrival
The moment we started to celebrate
It will strike late
Pour with force
And we poor had no source to stop
But it gave hope
Where rain had flopped
Did not show well up to standard
We always looked at skyward
The rain has no prediction
It has powerful arm for introduction
It rains from all over
You are left helpless with no cover
Complete arrangement is washed over
The ground becomes wet with no use ever
We hope for next day night
But that too also does not go right
Now last two days gave some chance
We danced and danced
It had religious fervor
We felt so over poured
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