I see rain
I hear a flood
Yet, no man runs
I am no clergy
This is not a prophecy
But this shall come to pass
The banks swells
The skies darkens
Street hawkers didn\'t buldge!
Bizarre year it is
Fishes crawling to land
What do we call this?
Nightmare or daydreaming?
The picture is clear
The coast is murky
Our nation is in a trance!