When rain falls hard in Hyderabad,
The streets become a
watery bed.
Cars get stuck, and people
run,
Their journey home, now
barely begun.
But in my house, called 'Srilekha',
I'm warm and safe, no rain
problem/Kasta/కష్టా 🙂
Hot food and drinks, a cosy
cheer,
While outside, troubles
reappear.
I watch the news, my heart feels low,
For those caught out in
the rain's flow.
I wish them home, out of
the plight,
Safe and sound, before the night.
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