When Monsoon Comes Poem by Achintya trivedi
When Monsoon Comes
April's sweet shower, soothe march's drought
blends its mizzles, with mother Nature's whiff
and the warmth that west winds have brought
a sodden soppy swarm, then kisses every cliff
A young drizzle then pours around its mist
oozes every vein and springs the unborns
bathes those shoots, with swaggy tender wrist
Blazes Nature's beauty when monsoon adorns
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4/25/2024 3:58:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
kisses every cliff, I like it.
Thank you sir, for reading.