The Hail Storm

The dark forests of the hills change their crystal

I was still thirsty at the bottom of the urban summer

it was still a crescendo of a marvelous hail storm.

Don't know from where it rose at the foot of the hills

don't know whether it will help survive the ultimate wills,

after all it was still the crescendo of a hail storm.

My heart lurched at the fashioned explanations my father gave

my heart torn off when some roots of hopes were still not destructive to swear,

but after all, it was still the crescendo of a hail storm.

The dirty news vendor left their task and sat watching it's progress

the dirty milkmen gave away milking the dairy cows, they watch it's swegress,

after all it was still the crescendo of a hail storm.

It occured certain that it was increasing heavily at the hills

it was tarnishing the farmers, milkmen and rural wills

but after all, still it was only crescendo of a hail storm.

The stones shifted and murdered best of the friends

they only remained mirthless at the floors at the foot of the marvelous hills

but it was still a crescendo of a hail storm.

I certainly dare to ask my father it's actual progress

he said that it had changed it's face from calm to violent

but I still thought, after all it was only crescendo of a hail storm.

My father told that all cables are blasted off the world of hopes

my father said it totally disturbed the positions of the virtual scopes

but it was still a crescendo of a hail storm.

The days are certainly going to find a new world

my mother told about the wedding wet in it's actual indignation for the ruthless world

but I thought for a moment, let it be, it's still a crescendo of a hail storm,

She told how they all just survived with it's angry wits and winds

she told how the world will totally disrupt after it's actual stagnant disruption from the present world

but I still thought at least- it's still a crescendo of a hail storm.

I thought gone are the days when hills were so merciless to the people

they have still changed after such a large hotels, platforms and buildings

but after all, it was at least a crescendo of a hail storm,

I thought the hills have become much politer for the people who live at least there at present,

after all, these people have wished to effect their cultural marriages, cultural positions and merciless tendencies,

but it was still a crescendo of a vast merciless hail storm.

The tumbler of blessings is on the feet, as cultural marriages are taking place

the bride is pride and there is shine on the bridegroom's face

but after all, they are effective- it's a strong crescendo of a hail storm,

A silver light blew people's performances in the hill station

my mother informed that they all were effected during the weddin'gs ultimate procession

after all i thought again- it's only a crescendo of a hail storm;

The blazing anger is much more violent than a hail storm

I suddenly realized, my parents had  subtle places in society, I made myself inform

but at last but not the least, it was stil the crescendo of a hail storm,

I was happy to hear that one of my great sister got married with her probable posession

the hills are very great, people are certainly setting out their position,

after all, it wish to burst out once more, it's still a hail storm.

My father wished to inform me it's ultimate progress once more

he had warned that it will take all jobs, once already before

but i still thought peacefully inside my mind- it's still a crescendo of a hail storm,

No worries could change my mind to think it's a crescendo

no world wish to attack, it's always feel to be defendo

but after all these all people will still call it a hail storm;

My father told how they are not able to ultimately bath, fresh and have guts

I certainly realized that advises don't work in practical lives, it's not for ifs and buts

at last but not the least, in it's ultimate face- it's a hail storm;

No matter how much it will effect, the lives will go on in the hills

no matters how vicious the circles, the hopes will still manage hope make tumbler fill with wills

but for me, it's still a crescendo of a hail storm.

I am still wearing an expression of hot sizzling surprise with blazing sun in an urban summer

I wish to get some hail stones, I will be ready with my glass tumbler

but for them at the hills, it's still a ultimate hail storm,

My mom told how the shops were closed and how they refuse to give proper vegetables

my mom told, how these ruthless bargainers would increase billings at their tables

but for me, it's still a crescendo of a hail storm;

I dined at the light-less place, wishing some change at the food dishes

my mom would be cooking the best I could have in my wishes

but the enmity of homesickness is much larger than an actual hail storm,

My father would be giving his best of advises, whether I would improve at the height of it

my father would be showing how to stand at proper functions and how to actualy sit

but having distance out at a far place with homesickness is an ultimate hail storm.

My father told me that there is a ultimate cry of earthquake in the hills

my heart gave another lurch, what will happen to the best of the wills

but I thought that it has to do nothing with crescendo of the hail storm

It happens actually in the hills often

the person who never did wrong deeds, he has to be punish at the best

but after all, it's still a crescendo of an ultimate hail storm;

The madness of the hill's drunken faces is much more devastating than any disaster

the hopelessness of unshaven faces is much more distructive than the ultimate foster

that's why it's still an ultimate hope in the face of a small hail storm,

The dry hopes searched their platforms when it lifted all the mass mellow

the dry palm leaves were taken aback, whatever even the wind and the sun could bellow

but I will still say, it was only a crescendo of an ultimate hail storm, 

The wet forests search their platforms at the unknown height of the mountains,

the grey wells and open hinges and caves are stunned, what ever they can produce even in the name of a fountain,

but it was still a crescendo, I am damn sure it was not a hail storm;

There is no need to explain how nature comes in existence

it can produce the best and can finish in second at the height of the worst

but our lives have made ourselves producing the ultimate fate of the hail storm;

There is no need to explain how much nature can gift and how much it can destroy

we always think of having good days, but we can't make them more well-being construct

that's why it's still a hope in the face of crescendo of a hail storm.