Bid Adieu Monsoon
Bid Adieu Monsoon
I've spent hours in the window grill
Gazing at those drops that pierce and drill
They battle amongst the sky, can't live there
So anyhow fall on the earth here
Then I think about the mankind
When this land was barren they'd complaints in their mind
Then they asked the rain to fall
Now when the drops don't stop, they ask to take it all
So, there is water on the playground
Children are out with the paperboats and play around
I told my friend that my garden has turned into swimming pool!
She giggled and said, dude April has passed, whom you are making fool?
And when the clock chime six
Mama is ready with sizzling fries and mix
I pour up the caffeine in my favourite mug
Enjoy the splendid snacks and tease the bugs
But many have lost habitats
I see the birds flee and also that wandering rats
The farmers complain about the failed crops
And every human being appears like an alive corpse
But this season begets spring
I love this season that brings rainbow ring
Flowers of my lane and the rose bush sing
Monsoon is like lighting, you'll keep watching with no eyes blink
Late night, those scary lightnings in the sky
Makes me fear and there is no one to hug by
There is a power cut and the room seems dark
The rain starts to pour away with splendid remark
And the next morning you need to checklist the train
It's been week in house arrest, your lane has drain
Again the same college and the same canteen
Those small chats with hot soup and diaries of a teen
Yet an ardent desire of mine
I wanna taste rain and make myself fine
So put off your umbrellas and worries
Get drenched in this lovely season with all flurries
And then sudden shift of nostalgia
Reminding me the flashback and same coaxalgia
But my dear friend, you can cry out at your best
This is the only season which hides your tears best
No questions would be raised asking about your pain
And now when it had rained enough you ask "not again"
So a lovely 'Bid Adieu', monsoon come back soon
I'll dream for this season on the barren lands of moon
My poem is ready oh!
My pages will get wet, so I ask the rain to go