If it ceases raining then all will be barren.
Lonelier ever will these farms be,
Oneness never occuring again,
Voracious dry winds will blow,
Even sucking up moisture in air.
Yesterday was so beautiful together,
Oh can't we grow old holding hands,
Understanding love is difficult from far.
Should we not persevere that bit,
Or should this Atul wander lonely?
May you surely meet solace in success,
Understanding your ambition better,
Certainly I'll be standing with you,
Higher & farther should you aim.