Dear Monsoon

Dear Monsoon

From the first rain, 

you would have been waiting 

on the balcony 

looking at the way 

which, would have disguised 

already into the jungle’s  color. 

in front of your village.

 

When the shadow of lonely mountain 

comes to visit your village 

once in a day,

you might have been 

regretting my absence every day.  

 

When the waterless brooks 

started to sing

the rainy song in our divine village, 

you would have cried aloud leaning on the 

tree of the hill, soaked with rain,

mingling your tears into rain 

and cry into brook’s gorge. 

 

Dear Monsoon,

I am also badly missing you 

here in the city of crowds .

Where, no language is heard

except the language of money, 

as the rainy water’s urgency to escape 

across the cemented city,

the swarm of selfish people 

huddle to escape 

from each other’s eyes…

 

Dear monsoon, 

I am missing the rice paddy,

godly people in muddy fields,

emeralds like green,

patient hills,

 the hide and seek of earthy clouds…

and you…

looking at the rainy color in the city’s brook,

I mysteriously stretch 

into you.

 

I every day witness 

your serene music 

watching above the sky,

which comes near every day riding the

black and white clouds.

 

I remember all the fruits 

on rainy days, 

we used to eat before the birds.

 

The windows where you 

used to wait for me.

I know you might have tired waiting for me

in your window 

and hanging your heart there

you would have forgotten

all the days to count.  

 

I know, you would have finished 

all our memories singing alone

with the rainy song

 

Dear monsoon, 

wait till the next year dwelling around my village

I will return soon!

 

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