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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