How To Pull On

Let flute remain silent But music should remain present It is life of peasant That gives happiness instant That flute aired Song of past walled city That kingdom had and ushered The theme really centered Days were simple and straight Rain made show at al over sites The farmers were happy at arrival The seasons knock just casual There is nothing to remember about past The anti natural drive has taken deep roots fast Trees are no more and turned into concrete jungle Here starts disaster and trouble There is nothing left to sing It has appeared to bring Cyclones, non-seasonal rain It adds to farmer’s pain Many are committing suicide They are unable to decide How to pull on with the family Curse is falling constantly from an almighty