Monsoon

Looking through all the summer thoughts, 

As the ground go dry – waiting for the sky to quench its thirst,

Bees come out, Birds can’t fly,

As the trees go white – branches remain high,

People fight for Who What When Where and Why,

As the majesty mountains throw what’s over and inside,

As the stars shine bright – gazed by a swan,

Monsoon falls – nothing trembles and the moon is gone. 

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