Monsoon is coming
So nature's smile got embellished with that fuzzy imminent drizzle,
Smirking over the hills mist ' s parlance lampooned that puzzle,
The roar of lightning felt as jingle prevalent to the space ,
Clouds gotta lofty aim to cherish the yearning earth with Felicity n let the love embrace.
Soaking in the fervor of joyful zephyr, the trees no longer bear melancholic shades,
Rather Don a concoction of jaunty mellifluous ballades.
So tiny pearls rising from heaven kissed awry earth n each monsoon marks the conviction that true love never fades.