Wish This Monsoon Never Ends! Poem by Tenzin Choten Khampa

Its monsoon time,
pen and paper what i think,
i imagine myself waking up in the morning,
start my day with a small note
singing the song,
i sing every morning.

Here i go again
Its monsoon time,
i see every morning,
the droplets of water,
to see every day after,

the chirping of birds on the holy tree,
seeking attention of the other birds
calling out for their love to be together
with the trees swinging with the winds
birds cherish the time to dance with the winds.

like a music you hear
it makes you think
asking the lord how did you create such things.
you enjoy it you want to dream thereafter

The greenery of trees
makes you feel fresh
look so beautiful
you want to lay down at rest.

Clouds are moving ahead
they have different paths to take
they cover the entire city to look fake

Waiting for the rain to enter again
i feel few drops of the rain
there it comes i see it through
i feel blessed to see the rain.

wish the monsoon never ends
bringing with them the joy that will never end.