Chapter 1
That's not the village chirapunji
But it reminds me of it
The skys cleared after the rain's restlessness
But the heart's in a deep pit
She's a nine month pregnant
Struggling in pain
Silver tears rolled down her cheeks
Looking in vain
Distress became the sole comate
And a poor hut which melted in sorrow
The sob filled the whole route
Building a colorless rainbow
There comes the granny calling out tensed
"Her water line broke!"
The skies are crowded with the clouds densed
And the airways choke
The avenue, one became six
But the wheels are in streaks
Lettind the islands mix
