Indira Renganathan

Monsoon - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Father sun isn't rude anymore
For he is in his transition chore more
Aippasi is all set at Libra's door
Farther monsoon is nearer to pour
Heigh ho sing, 'clouds are scudding forth'
Sultry souls are out to graze
In the field of showery grace
Aippasi embarks on with reverent mirth
Sunbaked earth is in quenching race
Monsoon is merry with magnified girth

Interim events illumine monsoon
Celebrated celestials marry soon
Sin-hewn demons defeated to maroon
Ravana, Narakasura slain to a festive boon
Heigh ho sing merrily 'merry merry Deepavali'
May the ignorant heart doesn't croon
But let the lit up soul tune
Monsoon thence on cloud nine rapturously
Monsoon is heaven of bliss-immune
Say so, a harp of pattering music lifely

Monsoon is dexterously good
Yet sometimes opens its monstrous hood
Thamiraparani expels Kurukkuthurai Lord
Even so spears Tharaka, Padmasura the Lord
Heigh ho sing, 'vel vel vetrivel vetrivel'
Marries happily Valli the victorious Lord
Enlights the house of earth monsoon savvied
Abashed monsoon assures to shrivel
Leaving its imprint in wintry cold
Say so 'may His fulgency our pride too quell

Topic(s) of this poem: season

Comments about Monsoon by Indira Renganathan

  • (7/20/2009 2:19:00 AM)

    a very traditional write on the best season of the year..............well penned (Report) Reply

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  • (5/30/2009 8:27:00 AM)

    a typical indian poem our months festivals and monsoon...lovely write mam (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 8, 2015

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