Drizzle rainy season.

 Today, tomorrow is more than you,

  Explosions are happening,

 That's why in June and July,

                It is raining. 

 Pain-e-dil to the voiceless clouds,

        listening to solitude, 

     Like to change the drizzle,

                 is crying.

 Who has come here to spend ages,

 One day I made my picture on the wall,

               And now it's raining,

                     to erase me. 

                                     ~ Rinku Virat