#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft.

From a distance,
the murmur of the tree by blowing waves,
sounds like flood of march.

From a distance,
the silence in the muddy forest,
sounds like animal's prey.

Within my heart,
monsoon entering slowly with rain,
sounds like I'm lamy lane.
© unnati