SHADES OF MONSOON
How brute those summer skies,
Through the sunny lane.
Walked amidst repulsive cries,
From the ones in pain.
The darkness with a sullen face,
Strolled in mortal earth.
Rain filled chunks of northern grace,
Caused new foliage birth.
Once again the skies are black,
Scarlet tinge has gone.
Rhymes of droplets filling cracks,
The sun stands all alone.
Worthy rays of scorn and rage,
Walks a mile behind.
Now these clouds adorn the stage,
With a tranquil mind.
Drops of hope has yet again,
Brought a million smiles.
Holy drops of monsoon rain,
Flux throughout the miles.
