A Plea for the Rain
Oh Rain! My dear!! Did you hear a plea I made here?
Leaders in my country Nepal, are in their period there
Nasty, shitty, dirty covered with blood with cramping pain
They need some holy water to clean their dirty mess again.
Bagmati river is eagerly, impatiently waiting for her menstrual cycle
All the dirt around and inside, has made herself impure with follicle
Asking for some fresh water to clean herself, rejuvenate to be simple
All the plants in the garden are waiting for their refreshing new life.
This poor fellow residing in the US is suffering from Korona with great pain
Running out of gas, with shortage of cash, difficult to drive for gas again
Poor fellow, eagerly writing poetry and walking on a snail’s pace for marathon
He has been given a dash, running out of cash, really needs free car wash- rain!