#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
monsoon twisting like a tornado comes from konkan
resently taukthe had hit roofs of poor
coconut has fallen from it's mother
before the time.....making loss to
farmers.......

Near the beach travellers dead beside the vast twigs of collapsed tree
and eyedrops of relatives mixed
with salt water ..........
dont it make mother ocean feel pity
I think so.......