The Rain drops from the cloud
And touches the ground loud
The drop meets the stream
Which was its dream.
Drop by drop the stream fills
And flow merrily through the hills.
From the hill top,
Down she tangles
With the pleasing sound of bangles.
She flows through the fields
Where a child yields
The field of paddy
With his daddy.
She flows by and by
And reaches a crowd of bushes
Where she pushes
The bushes blocking her way
To reach her bay.
The sun shines brightly
And the moon shines nightly
To show her the way
On days and nights.
The birds chirped with hope
When they saw the stream mope
Through their way
To fulfill their thirst
Till they burst.
These birds
Said their thankful words
Which made her glad
Almost like mad.
Still she flows
Like a wind that blows
In the hope
That she will reach her goal.
