With the sweet smell of earth,
When the first rain poured;
The indignation of summer ended,
Sigh of relief prevails everywhere on accord.
Smile on the face of anxious farmers,
As if recieved lottery worth of one crore;
Rivers and ponds will be filled shortly
Let no one die of thirst anymore.
Rain has to come with the season,
Rainfall may vary more or less;
Water is life, the whole mankind knows,
But the free gifts of nature to be afresh.
Creation of God is in disaster,
If there will be scanty or excess of rainfall;
Pray for a normal rainfall on earth,
Hope for the best and always wish good for all.
Jeypore, Koraput, Odisha