Monsoon Poem by Arya Gupta
Monsoon
Under the green shadow,
of that serene afternoon;
the branches to dance,
the winds to be its tune.
Eloquence of my words,
to fill up a red balloon;
a butterfly with colours,
to emerge from cocoon.
An eternity to talk,
for that nights moon;
mine and his aurora,
turned out to be a boon.
Elixir of immortality,
justified us that noon;
two old hearts met,
after years of monsoon.
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5/19/2024 11:42:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful ❤️ woow