#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Towards the end of summer,
the oppressive heat,
making me sweat in the night,
making the plants and trees,
wilt in the clear nights.

The eastern wind breeze brings mysterious feelings
that the monsoon clouds are coming,
some strange silence deep in the ear,
sky getting darker,
the lightning flashes with the sound of thunder,
filling the heart with fear.

Time for the rain to pour,
slowly birds starts to sing their song,
flapping their wings to take a bath,
flow of water towards the street.

peoples doing the shower dance in the sprinkling rain,
their joy and spirit forgetting every pain,
fills the hearts of all farmers with their precious gain,
kids starts making their paper boat,
those were the memories of my childhood days.

When the rain starts to pour I feel the music in it,
fills the lovers heart although I am single,
with the hope of meeting my forever love,
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove,
massage to someone whom I will be loving the most.

Finally the rain has stopped,
clouds starts to break and the blue sky I can see,
the sun after the rain seems much beautiful than ever,
the water droplets on the tree and the sun kisses to form a beautiful rainbow.

The chilling weather makes me pour the words,
on a piece of paper like I just returned back from the land of dawn,
with a beautiful dream refreshing my mind,
the seasons to live to the rhythm of rain and sun
© रुपेन चौहान