Monsoon Poem
#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft.
Sobbing of dry leaves and broken branches,
Dancing to the rhythm of the blizzard,
As the clouds gather,
Intertwining fabrics of mystery.
Tears...
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft.
Sobbing of dry leaves and broken branches,
Dancing to the rhythm of the blizzard,
As the clouds gather,
Intertwining fabrics of mystery.
Tears...