Monsoon Musings Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The monsoon eve was tranquil like deep sea,
Time stood still but for a drizzle that rained,
The setting sun looked nigh breathless and drained,
And prepared to sink to serenity;
Grey clouds in triumph glided in their glee
Unmindful of eve's serene prayer time;
Yet, song of rains with evening hours did rhyme,
It disturbed none of eve's tranquillity.
If monsoon summons solemnest of thoughts,
The dying sun of dusk looks most divine
When seasons merge seamless with passing year
Wherein days and months merge like tiny dots,
Men tire not admiring Nature's design—
In faith or fear or love, far from me clear!
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Sonnets | 05.07.11 |