Monsoon, rains, the blessings of nature
Why I think it is a little late now
In gods own country, we expects in time
Our existence, water sources dependent
The recharge of wells in time it helps
The flowering plants expects the showers
The paddy fields cries for the rain
Monsoon once we have boasted about you
And the celebrations of rain we made in time
But monsoon and the rain sometimes cheats
Somewhere in mistaken notions takes sides
And we badly awaits your arrival in days
And looks in heights for the black clouds
Moving fast to western ghats for rains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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