the wet monsoon wind
touches the rain with love
seductive indeed the tryst
between the wind and the rain.
the earth languishing in heat
until the eastern shower begins
she slowly allows herself to melt
as the heat of seduction in cold rises.
this is the monsoon hated and despised
by many, yet choice do we have any? Nay
the play has to go on, in flood nor in rain
for life is nothing but of sorrow and smile.
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So beautiful and penned with brilliance!!!
ReplyDelete"...the play has to go on, in flood nor in rain for life is nothing but of sorrow and smile"
So very true, my friend! I love how you chose the monsoon as an analogy to teach a lesson in life.
Great work! Hope you are well? I sent a couple of mails a few weeks ago :)
Beautifully narrated the pain and pleasure with the rain, as both are a phase of life.
ReplyDeleteisn't monsoon season about over there? Nice poem, Cyclops.
ReplyDeletebeautiful words...
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful. I am coming back to your blog after a long time.
ReplyDelete-Srividya