A Song Of Monsoon Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The earth is draped in a green robe
The clouds ogle it from the sky
The fields are full of new crop
The ponds are full, now not dry

The river is spilling over its banks
Swollen streams glow and run fast
Cascading down the high hills mist
Of the morning quenches its thirst

The valleys and fields are littered
With pools for the frogs to jump
A clear sky is not to be seen now
The sun appears as a muddy lump

The birds stay inside the nests
With wide eyes staring at the sky
They shake wings feeling sad
And wish the rain should soon die

Bearing the loads of rain drops
Flowers droop down to stalks
There is happiness all around as
Raindrops beat leaves and rocks