Monsoon Magic Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Monsoon Magic



Father arrives with cod, a fisherman's pride,
From his shop, where ocean secrets hide,
Mother's kitchen smells of black coffee, rich and bold,
Warms the soul as stories unfold.

The warmth of home, with love so profound,
Having parents around, safe and sound,
In every moment, a memory's blend,
In monsoon's embrace, joy has no end.

Vaduthala's soul, so deeply tied,
To monsoon's heart, its rhythmic stride,
In every drop, a tale unfolds,
Of beauty, wonder, life retold.

The heavens darken, clouds amass,
A symphony of nature begins at last,
Kerala wakes to monsoon's call,
As raindrops dance, and rivers swell tall.

The coconut palms sway to the tune,
Of the wind's whisper, a monsoon croon,
Backwaters gleam with a silver light,
Reflecting skies in day and night.

Pitter-patter on the tiled roofs,
A lullaby with gentle proof,
Of life reborn in every shower,
In every leaf,
In every flower.

Green carpets spread across the land,
Emerald hills, where tea leaves stand,
Rice fields drink the sweet rain's gift,
In this wet embrace, spirits lift.

Children splash in puddles wide,
Frogs and crickets sing with pride,
A rhythm ancient, yet so new,
In monsoon's kiss, the world renews.

Spices scent the rain-kissed air,
Cardamom, pepper, aromas rare,
Market stalls with vibrant hues,
Colors deepened by the dew.

Boats glide on rain-fed streams,
Through landscapes lush, like vivid dreams,
Fishermen cast their nets with hope,
In waters where the fishes lope.

Temples cloaked in misty shroud,
Offer prayers with heads bowed,
Seeking blessings from the skies,
Under monsoon's watchful eyes.

The fragrance of sardines, fresh and fried,
Fills the home as the raindrops slide,
Sizzling in the pan, a savory delight,
Monsoon evenings with flavors so bright.

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Vinaya Joseph

Vinaya Joseph

Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh
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