Monsoons Are Yet To Come... - Poem by Nidhi Dev
O! Do you remember the starless night?
When the moon was the only real, but strange thing,
I used to lie awake even after the moon would set,
and my sparkling eyes would capture a golden ring.
The day would end and night would descend,
the wait would begin again,
How could the monsoons dampen my walls
already covered in ivy and shrouded in lichen?
No news from you for days on the end,
Sweetheart, disappeared to some far-off planet, have you?
like the clear spells leaving my eyes dry,
your warmth that replaces my wet has left me too!
Enjoy the sunny rays while they last,
let them fully scorch you,
the showers, more piercing; so accustom yourself,
though they are numbered few.
Neither suntanned nor wet, will find themselves some,
come dear, hold my hand, 'coz the monsoons are yet to come...
Burn you, they will, but Oh yes! and they will surely come...
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