Monsoon Love

This is not a poem.

Its the time of lightning, showers and being like a child again

Yeah I am talking about Monsoon, the lovely Monsoon.

With romantic and cool breezes all over, my Heart sings a song,

even my Guitar echoes the sweetest tune with them.

Every adult becoming a child and every child opening their genuine characteristics,

Roads are now rivers. Birds and Animals are enjoying the showers.

Gardens are more greener, Fabulous smell of wet soil,

And I can see few paper boats flowing in the streams generated by water logging.

Municipality people are busy in hiding their weaknesses,

Even PWD people starts doing their work.

Couples start roaming around here and there like a honey bee,

Cool dudes are getting wet and blowing their horns unnecessarily.

Yeah its the time to uncover the acts of everyone, and their sins too.

The poorest road side habitats covering their sheds with plastics, Dogs are searching for a safe locations,

Even I am preparing for monsoons, covering my windows!

After all monsoon brings us happiness, wealth and Flood too.

My love for monsoon is like a 6000 litre tank full of water,

I love it because it will again recharge my tube well,

And also encourage my Mom to make some spicy pakodas.

It brings everyone closer, like you have a chance to share your umbrella with someone.

PS: This time Monsoon is eager to spread love earliest by 14 days breaking the record of 108 years.

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