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AN ALLEGORY OF MONSOONS

Monsoons bring coolness
And pain
Wakes the poet inside you
Takes you back
To the days of yore
You live as a child
And the raindrops pour...

Monsoons bring pleasure
And fun
Closes your school
You run and run
Along the fields
Raindrops splashing upon your face
Wet soil soaks
More and more drops
Smell of earth puffs and puffs...
The farmer yokes his oxen
Sings the ballad of earthen men
You do not go home
A happiness and peace
You were craving for
Fills your heart...
You tear your notes
Float paper boats...
Monsoon makes them sink
Yet you never do think
You make more and more
Till your heart gets sore
And the raindrops pour...

Monsoons bring happiness
And death...
You sleep on grassy fields
Facing the cloudy skies
And rains wash your eyes...
You see diamonds falling
Pearls dashing down leaves
You remember grannie's fables...
And you close your eyes...
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