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It was raining Maa,
It was raining...................
The sun was over my head,
Throwing its burning rays,
But it was raining..............
I could not make out anything about it,
The sun was over there but it was raining.
At random I brought the mirror of cacha and ogled my face,
If truth be told, there was a dire mess,
Waters were falling from my eyes.
Earthy aroma was not there in that rain,
But there was a chain of tears and pain.
Salty water made me feel I was crying
And someone or something I was missing...........
Melancholically, thought for a while,
And became downhearted by sitting in the exile.
At last got the point....
It was not raining Maa...
It was not raining............
But tussling with this ruthless luck,
Fulfilling never ending demands of customers....
My heart was missing your caring,
Missing your love and sweet words, 
And I was just crying.
So it’s was not raining Maa.............
It’s was not raining,
But your only son was crying.

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