O Look The Monsoon Poem by Prathit Singh

The arrogant clouds who never bow down
Are modestly searving the earth
The barren lands, ever brown
Are marking greenery's birth
The tall trees, ever proud
Are dancing in an unknown mirth
O look the gracious drops of joy
Washing the planet's dirt

Lo! Elixir of life, being dropped down
By gracious, dim sky
And life from ground, pushing out
Giving a scented cry,
Gentle wind walking by
The earth giving a sigh
O look how the drops to earth
By giving it a greenish blush did gratify

The puffs kept on pouring
Little did they see
At first the pourings gave life
And filled everything with glee
It went on and on
Beyond people's plee
Till it forced the people
To leave everything and flee
O look how the beautiful lands
Immerses in the drops
To be left with debris