The Most Awaited Monsoon

The scorching sun head on

Sucks all that constitutes mother earth

Carving deep furrows on her face

That once bore scintillating greenery cover.

Moisture slowly faded away from my surface

As the hour glass raced the phase

Quenching even the last drop that covered me.

Staggering became my gait

But the heart of the rays

Never failed to evaporate that one last.

Every vaporizing drop that departed

Spoke out loud the very word

That our souls regretted to listen.

And the cooing of every deep breath it drew

Vocalized every agony her soul suffered

As her love was withheld to be with her.

It stood there with wide open arms

To embrace her beau divine

Until they both once again unite.

Parched surface of mine

Compelled me to lift my head

Up in the sky that has no sign of cloud.

And the first shower's petrichor

Filled my spirit with a sigh of relief

That life will not be lost in the hands of dross.

The brilliant red orange high

Abandoned mercy upon life

That was dragging its way on earth.

Our eyes are explicitly searching

The fist size cloud dark in horizon bright

That is supposed to bring monsoon delight.

The sulking emotions of mine

That wanted to drown my hope

Enlightened as the very drop of rain

Smooched my cheek muscle.