Listen to the roar
What does it say?
Riddles on roofs
knocks on sheds
So loud, so clear
Monsoon…
Iconic book in itself
On the ways scattered
Evergreen eternal letters
Some damp and some wet
Those tiny fallen buds
When compressed and crushed
Cherished by crackling nut shells…
Chirping bird’s overlapping riddles…
Hidden behind flowery barks with embedded pearl’s showers…
Every pearl has its uniqueness as droplets…
Playing musical notes on leaves…
Created a song from Melodious murmurs…
Forests all around with their inviting gesture…
Called once, called twice…just dragged inside…
