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#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Who were we before
all alone on our own
untouched by your eyes
unknown by our light?
If I reach across to you
can you remember us
chasing pretty ladybugs
fearlessly diving into now?
All that we might become
would that you stay here
enthralled by my poem
as you write me yours?
© Robin Sir (Math Specialist)
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Who were we before
all alone on our own
untouched by your eyes
unknown by our light?
If I reach across to you
can you remember us
chasing pretty ladybugs
fearlessly diving into now?
All that we might become
would that you stay here
enthralled by my poem
as you write me yours?
© Robin Sir (Math Specialist)
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