After observing,
condition of earth,
God felt sad…
Because trees on earth were dirty,
and thirsty.
They haven’t taken bath for long,
Scorching sun... made them pale.
Then god called Rain,
To demand an explanation,
on deteriorating condition of earth,
Rain made an excuse
She said, “I was ready
but I didn’t get signal
To go ahead”.
God said to rain
“Now you are mature
And can feel the pain- of earth,
No need to wait for a signal
And don’t play this blame game”
I am reserving a special
season for you
Where only you will play your game
You can start your season from the month
Of June,
People will lovingly call you,
Here comes monsoon!
~Mithlash Jha~
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Cute one Mithlash! So now we know why we have monsoons :-) I wish we had her for few more months ..
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jenny:) I am also wishing the same if we had her for few more months:)
DeleteAww.. That's really cute :) I wish Monsoon would play a good game this year.. Not happy with it :( But enjoyed reading your poem :)
ReplyDeleteThank You so much Sonia:) Here we are witnessing beautiful weather and thats the reason I could not help myself to imagine this monsoon story:) I felt good that you liked this poem:)
DeleteIt was wow....beautiful lines...
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Hi Noopur
DeleteWelcome to my blog and I felt extremely happy that you liked this poem. Hope to see you again:)
First part was sad but true and the second part was deep. Ending as everyone said is cute. Well written...:)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Saru for your time to read and appreciate this:)
DeleteHigh time, please post something :)
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