monsoon

Rains have just made their appearance and the feeling is good.

scorched and tossed in the furnace

the tree of human body

shrinks and dried.

Bare branches spread out

begging for relief

parched minds.

reticent clouds

look down 

to a thousand prayers.

knit their brows                                                    

collide into each other

a sound and light show............

and the chasms

of the Earth

fill to gurgle. 

Rain one , Baarish two , Varsha three

coming down with glee

nodding all the tree.

Rain come , Baarish come , Varsha come

hitting the roof , seeping thru some

welcome home.

Youth dances with abandon

in their feet , hopes laden. 

rainbow of parasol open

wind lifts up and broken.

a frog jumps and croak

the whole six yards soak.

the seed of life sprout

nectar of happiness in spout.

Rain four , Baarish five , Varsha six

pouring down to mix.

Rain seven

thanks Heaven.

Baarish eight

falling under your weight.

Varsha nine

I am fine.

Rain ten , Baarish ten , Varsha ten

every year , come again and again.