I am sitting here,

waiting for my sun to rise,

I called for a disaster tonight.

I am sitting here

waiting for my rain to rise,

i have called for a drought tonight.

I love the skies,

And i love the rain,

But just can't take the land taking the pain,

Pain of not being loved by the man of the kind,

Pain of refuse,

Pain of not loving the land for its kind,

I plan to not to hate,

I plan not to dry,

But when the man looses his dignity and fails to rise,

One man has to decide,

Who shall have the drops,

and who will demise,

It is full of tears

so am I,

But we have to learn to love,

else the blessings move,

untill a new generation makes the choise.

..............WRITTEN IN THE LOVE OF THE LAND AND THE  SKIES   .......Apurva