Monsoon
begins.
The
first
shower
evokes
fragrant
vibes.
Washed
wind
cools
me
too.
Dried
soul
sprouts
again.
Fresh
shoots
appear.
Green
grows
wildly.
Like
life,
love,
wedding,
flowers...
Beginning
is
beatific
with
divine
charms.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
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