A flock of rain drops,

Dropped down from the heavens of Mawlynnong, and doused me in a chill cover.

I was in the God's own garden,

Breathing the elegance and beauty of the village roads, the lush green thicket and the flowing rivers. 

Only did I reach my home in the city, did I see a heap of funky garbage, by the side of the city road, over which swarmed a plague of filth flies.

I was at my home,

Resenting the littered roads, the clogged drains and the dead rivers.

 Oh Dear God,

how I wish to return to Mawlynnong.