Facing Monsoon - Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Many things come to mind,
Like Monsoon bringing rain.
umbrella of cloud hiding Sun's face,
Umbrellas hiding people's faces.
Like a bride look whole nature,
seeds sprouting, plantlets raising,
when clouds of memories openup their
tears fall like raindrops, occasionally rays of
the world of memories though look green,
chirping of birds in mind go unheard,
sound of falling drops, roar of thunder
butterflies and bees suffer like my mind.
Nature is happy, plants are happy,
So I should be.
Green looks Earth, so should my smile be.
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