Poem: First Monsoon

By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra


Immigrant pregnant clouds in this high time
Preparing to deliver aerial showers,
Huge watery vessels, like a developed baby
Too heavy to hold in atmospheric womb;
With lightening proclaiming over the vastness
Of the supply of life fluids,
Weary peasants restless eyes wait for
Their intimate Dark Relatives,
Timorous honeybees, humble sparrows at bowers,
Come; welcome the procession of yearly joy,
Come; acquire this treasure of wet stuff;
Silvery tip-tip deepens every available aide
Pure life distills from the lofty branch- let,
A pacy white perennial stream is on a raid,
Polished jade vegetation, rinsed pavement is wet;
Everything is tame now, even the wild get modest
The sweet scent of sand is tempting to taste,
I want to be wet party, some momento to keep;
Watery pearls blush their face in late Sun rays,
Feathered creatures in row, rainbow crescent sways,
Candour heart inhaling aromic worship,
The earth colorfully adorned like an Indian bride
In her first monsoon, commanding pride



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