Monsoon Departed


Bright sunshine and shadows playing hide and seek
A mild breeze sweetly blowing from the south.
The caravan of life is moving on
Through the roads across this circus city.
Three-wheelers and private cars crowd the streets
And their banks panting with too many bricks
And iron, teeming with too much
Hopes and dreams. Still the Autumn comes,
Pouring yellow over the rare leaves,
As soft lights begin to twinkle from the rock.
Soon the night descends wrapped in a purple cloak
And rows of street-lights start to glow
Dim red at first then slowly cadmium-white.
The late monsoon is ready to depart.
Her tears, the last few drops of it
She sheds now to pave the earth for Winter,
Yellow lights begin to twinkle from the drops.
While the Moon plays hide and seek with the clouds
And the fog, in hazy film starts to grow,
The winds come in chilling blasts from up north…

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