Peter was his name;
His eyes upon the sky waiting for the rain,
For years city was in flame;
Was waiting for the rain,
That day it Rain's ;
drops for his grains,
The grain which he sows;
Was made to put in drams,
Again peter by his name,
In his work to the previous days;
Nothing but only in the fate,
Was withdrawing some grains;
He made to laugh at ones,
Not at others but at self;
He saw fully growned grains,
Which in dreams he owns himself;
He put the implements aside;
And as soon as he grab the grains,
Nothing happens except his surprise
Of owning a dream in sighs,
Then some one hooked him aside;
Peter got interfered in his sighs,
Was harldy able to turn aside;
He could feel many people around him out & side,
At ones he was surprise;
And then he made a remind,
Was in way to home from countryside;
Was Travelling in exhausted mind,
Again he noticed the peoples,
Who were unknown & undetermined
He was left isolated by his people behind;
Further he could see outside,
a kindman got satisfied
He exclaimed we are behind two-miles
The Train got late due to fuel declined
Peter took a restless sigh,& set aside
He had never gone so far,never yet determined
To him there was a little fear of missing from his countryside.
{{{By=Raunak mishra}}
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