The Thirsty Monsoon

A thirsty monsoon in the eyes, and restless clouds above,
Hearing the soft footsteps of rain, the heart found peace and love.

 ​The evening turned all drenched and sweet, she smiled with quiet grace,
The scent of wet earth quenched the soul, in a tender, deep embrace. ​

Peeking behind a veil of clouds, the charming moon shone through,
The raindrops played a melody, with the earth they loved so true. ​

The kadamba branches swayed in joy, the intoxicating breeze blew free,
The monsoon wrote a tale of union, on every leaf of every tree. ​

Branches swing like carefree swings, as the gentle drizzles sing,
In the quiet courtyard of the heart, memories of the beloved spring. ​

Into "Murali’s" quiet, lonely heart, the monsoon poured vibrant art,
In this parched and yearning season, dreams bloomed within the heart.

 Written by:-
Dhanjibhai Gadhiya "Murali" (Junagadh, Gujarat)