A farmer tried to plant some Rice
But it didn't rain, he had no rice
Once, twice, thrice
Only rising was it's price
and Then he prayed
in distinct ways
but no one answered
because God was resting
and he got older
With his stick on his Shoulder
Cracking some olden Boulder
And he realized
it was no one
but he himself
Sleeping....
But it didn't rain, he had no rice
Once, twice, thrice
Only rising was it's price
and Then he prayed
in distinct ways
but no one answered
because God was resting
and he got older
With his stick on his Shoulder
Cracking some olden Boulder
And he realized
it was no one
but he himself
Sleeping....