Monsoon Poem by Deepti Agarwal

Oysters are waiting
for the first drop
to change it in a pearl
one day it will adorn
the finger of a girl...

That little seed is
looking up for the moisture
to help it bloom
in a beautiful tree
to borne fruits for free..

wait is over
monsoons are here
to quench our thirst
bringing respite from heat
moistening our feet....

I can -
smell the rain
see the trees dancing
hear the clouds rocking
feel the sweat evaporating
taste the fresh Monsoon....! ! !

~03/06/10~