Rain by Dr. Partha P Banerjee

All had happened in the midway

In the midst of my sadness

In the midst of my madness

I got to know about your extended stayLet me talk to my friends

Let me tell them your choice

Let me organize a press meet

Let me distribute some sweets

All prayed, pleaded, begged, solicited with tear

But you had refused to extend your stay last year

We lost farmers, farmers lost land mine lost mountains

As we too lost love from you, “My dear rain”