YET ANOTHER MONSOON
When the clouds embrace
The parched souls,
Their dreams
Begin to rush forth
In torrents
That fill up troughs
Of solitude.
Little hopes sprout everywhere.
I close my doors,
And let the music of raindrops float along,
As the Monsoon dances
Along the vacant alleys.
Nature weaves yet another story
For thirsty hearts,
That capture more memories,
Of floating boats and raincoats.
I close my eyes and smile.
Seventy monsoons have gone by
And my soul soaks in
The bliss of yet another one.
So beautiful
Thank you so much..
How beautiful ❤️💚
A breezy read!!
This piece is a beautiful eulogy to monsoon and the time gone by. I eagerly await your poetry pieces. So much soul ❤ beautiful it is mam
Thirst for another monsoon.Soulful.
Beautiful tribute to monsoon
Thanks so much!
This is beautifully worded! Love it! 💜
Thank you so much Tanzeela
Wow wow wow! Just flowing like the monsoon.. Full of emotions💚💚 Love it JP
Beautiful
Thanks Kirti 💚
Wow, wow, simply wow. As always, love the delicacy in your poem… it’s what makes your poetry so unique. Beautiful!
Thanks so much Moonmoon 💚
So so beautiful!💚💚