In shower of raindrops I see the dancing tufts of grass, Under the shaky trees Lying a huge flower fruit mass. In midst of stormy wind I plod through the mud. Frozen is the cow, Standstill buffalo and stud. The rain begins to pelt down; I cover myself with the sack. During dark drizzly night, The absence of light Takes me into the past far back. The lull song for me Is sung by the frog-choir. Soon I fall asleep That crickets and fireflies admire.
It's a depiction of life of people in Maharashtra (India).