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Rains, rains and more rains,
Unseasonal, destroying all grains
Causing muddy puddles and stains
Rickshaws hiking fares for personal gains.
The family huddled together
No power in this rough weather
Oh brother, look no further
No serials on TV, what a bother!
Each to his mobile, one on twitter
Another watching a viral rib splitter
There is also a movie gripper
Alas, soon they will experience a jitter!
Mom, lend me your power bank
Without it, I can only draw a blank
My son, it is me you need to thank
But study you must to fetch a good rank.
Water has entered our rooms
How disgusting, there are even mushrooms
Let’s all get armed with our brooms
And try to mop away all our glooms.
Once the floors have been mopped well
Dada ji is ready with many a story to tell
One only has to be patient, for he will soon dwell
Long and hard on tales that ring a bell.
We are taken back in our time machine
When electricity had not appeared on the scene
No TVs, no cinemas, no touch screens
Yet everyone was happy and serene.
There was time to love and laugh
Small banter, amid the elders’ cough
When misdeeds were dealt with a staff,
Yet all were together like a cow and her calf.
The Generation Next can never know
The simple pleasures, playing the piano
The challenging games of dominoes
Or even searching the waters for minnows.