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 stay

Let 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 mind lost mountains
As we too lost love from you, “My dear rain”