Those sleepy shy dusks when perch on the cloudy sky
And hue of setting Sun reddens those clouds in west
The nomad tired bird then returns to his nest
Bringing silent tear drops to your eyes, once gone dry
And thunders make you guess that the heavens're set to cry.
The dreams that you had lost then seem like broken glass
As those rainy winds sweep by o'er the swaying grass
Like an insane wish to weep... An insane wish to die.
Dusky rains embrace soft earth steaming with each splash
Wet soil's fragrance fills the sky with wind's sedate pace
The coolness sooths your heart, yet warm tears wash your face
And lost in lurid dreams your latent longings lash
As slowly fragrance fades, those lonely midnights mourn
You reminisce, sob and seek monsoon's short sojourn...
Lovely it is, Ganesh :)
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