She waits…patiently waits
Wondering if he will ever turn up.
She pines and longs and wonders if she will ever be blessed by a stroke of luck.
The air is acidic, the sky is red,
She clings on to this wall of hope, and hopes to cling on to it forever.
But wait she will
And if he does not turn up
She will cry..and wail..and bleed
And pine and pray..over and over again
But one day…they will meet
They will dance to the tunes of love
And start a new life so beautiful
But till then..she cries..
Chove Chuva…constant is the rain
Chove Chuva…endless is the pain