If you see a garland withered in hope of getting offered to that divine stone
If the lamp that was lit in front of my almighty flickers, gets scared in lone
If the myriad colors of flowers ready to be ornamented get stampeded
If the sand castles of hope and determination of that hapless juvenile are ruined
He is that insane, whose eyes get blurred waiting for the clouds to burst over ever thirsty land
Awesome