With sweltering heat
around every street
We fume fret and strut
with trickling perispiration
down our cheeks.
Sweating sweating
restlessly beyond the
marrow of our bones.
In mad rush we
drive down to nearby
Hill station
scale the mountain table top
to
Seek solace and solitude
In the lap of the woods
Cool and green
in silvery sheen
we speed across
The dark clouds
engulfing
the whole prospectus
With lightening and thunder
To our great wonder
Clouds burst into deluge
Cascades
Of water blinding our
eyes and face
Drenching us to the
barest skin
We struggle scramble
helter skelter
to reach for a safe shelter.
Scores of men women
Children dancing in the rains
Like beautiful swans
Enjoying
the monsoon shower
On the mountain table tower
It pours pours pours
relentlessly unmindful
of the joys bringing
to the
parched millions
cooling and comforting
us to
our immense joys.
Short and sweet as always… it’s flowing just like stream of water…
Another one in my precious collection.
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thank you for your great comments
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Sweet n giving feel of rain which we need presently.
One more thing used KASHMIRI word sheen.
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Thanks finally you are back to my blog. love your comment
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Very nice very nice very nice
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ONCE AGAIN THANKS KRISH
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ONCE AGAIN THANKS KRISH
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Very cool and calm poem. Really very charming words and verses used.
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YES AGOOD COMMENT
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Loving this post.
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THANKS FOR YOUR GOOD COMMENT
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Beautifully weaved poem about the showers that cools the sef and surroundings
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very true thanks
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A beautiful poem.
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Thanks
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MARVELLOUS! U write Best 👏
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Thanks for your liking it.
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MOST WELCOME! U deserves the Appreciation 😊
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INCREDIBLE
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😊
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