Romancing the rain

Splatter-splatter!

Pitter-patter!!

Rain is falling onto the ground,

Splatter-splatter!

Pitter-patter!!

Every soul is bathing around.

Descending down up from the sky,

The water is washing the greens,

Trickling down those window panes,

Falling down on the dancing leaves.

Splatter-splatter!

Pitter-patter!!

Rain is bouncing over the roof,

Splatter-splatter!

Pitter-patter!!

Bathing the purrs and wetting the woofs.

Not an atom is left untouched,

Every moment is drenched in rain,

Such is the magic of the clouds,

Drowning in smiles every ounce of pain.

Splatter-splatter!

Pitter-patter!!

Rain is singing up on that shed,

Splatter-splatter!

Pitter-patter!!

Thirsty soul of Gaia is fed.

Dead don't vote

Hey you now what? People died,

Oh! Well let me practice to cry,

I shall keep a sombre face,

Elections are just months away,

Hey you know what? People died,

Later!! I am still learning to cry.

Let me try that elegant bird,

Watch down in glee, the people hurt,

Watch them staring up helpless,

Robot! Don’t forget the press,

And you shall come with me too,

This painful face will surely do.
 

But madam, it’s all I can express,

I wear the mask of depressed,

But yes let’s take a bird’s eye view,

I hope we see a vultures few,

And hold back those meds for pain,

The prince is frolicking in Spain.

Oh so you will fly in plane,

Well I shall play the superman,       

They’ll oversell the steps I take,

Read the trash my trolls can make.

Ha!!Ha!! You think you’ll succeed,

We’ll let them die in want of need,

No we won’t take your chopper’s help,

People are born to live in hell,

And in the hell, they must die,

We need them stuck till prince can fly.

Oh hello here I come,

Let’s flag these trucks off to London,

Wonder why English need our funds,

Wait! What? UK is uttarakhand?

Now I have to go and meet?

In whose house will I get to eat?

Why army doing rescue op?

Hail the prince!! On knees we drop.

Let me put the blame on you,

And you can go blaming me too,

Let’s get ugly in the newsroom,

Let’s mock all that death and gloom,

And even vultures are feeling shy,

As VVIPs in choppers, fly.