Thoughts of the torment,
you might be passing through,
My so lovely brothers and sisters from Odissa,
Pinches me inside each moment.
When I imagine how torturous,
These sunny days and sleepless,
These humid nights might be,
Without electricity supply,
It dries up my appetite.
My thirst moves away automatically,
When I learn, that many of you,
Moves here and there to gather,
Some drops of drinking water in this summer.
Hope and pray,
This bad time will pass away soon,
And you all will be soon in comfort.
you might be passing through,
My so lovely brothers and sisters from Odissa,
Pinches me inside each moment.
When I imagine how torturous,
These sunny days and sleepless,
These humid nights might be,
Without electricity supply,
It dries up my appetite.
My thirst moves away automatically,
When I learn, that many of you,
Moves here and there to gather,
Some drops of drinking water in this summer.
Hope and pray,
This bad time will pass away soon,
And you all will be soon in comfort.
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