From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
as she teaches a children choir back in 1991.

From a distance,
a famous song of the season carried by the wind,
angelic voices spreading all across the road,
people are drawn to the sweetest music ever heard,
every broken heart mended and disease is healed.

From a distance,
the forest trees blow away each kind of hatred,
the rivers wash away all regrets, guilt and shame,
the ocean waves shouted, "Forgive yourself," so that others can be led.

From a distance,
a nobody is an extraordinary and can become somebody,
darling don't you know how much Somebody loves you over His dead body?
now learn to love yourself, trust your gut and show the world, "You Got This!"
© eoskarlight #MonsoonPoem