Birds, rain have no fascination for me,
Contrarily I become faint.
Rain is boring to me,
Here, I am dying in it.
Rainfall is not cool to me,
I am bemoaning for you.
Banyan leaves, Queen’s Crape Myrtle that are playing;
Here I am standing, faint viewer, drawing thousand colors.
Every rain drop is like my existence and dips;
Look for once at the beauty_
Flame trees are aware of scandal and hiding their face;
Mahoganies are creating dark beauty where I lost myself
Shirishes closed today’s works by stopping their leaves and
Invite us to get wet and smear the joy!
4th year 1st semester