#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
A priest singing the verses of purans,
And praising its beauty and chaos.

The lightning in the sky
Seems like fireflies burning their torch.
The thundering of clouds
Feels like a lion roaring in the jungle,
And crafting the melody of its song.

Oh monsoon, where you have originated from?
The top of Himalayas
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