Monsoon Story...

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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My Hope..

                                        

I don’t  care,

perception of other,

leave me alone

and let me suffer.

Seed of my creativity,

waiting for rain

till then...

let me have pain.

I will paint my life,

using the color of rainbow,

Till then...

let it be Black & White.

I am not in haste

will not compromise

till I get,

The treasure of my life.

Death may come,

and kiss me anytime

so what,  if God wants so

I won’t mind…

                ~M.J

O Rain!

O Rain! O Rain!

Without my permission,

You always,

Take away my pain.

Who composed,

your music?

who sent,

you  down?

I always wonder,

and always frown.

You purify everything,

from your touch,

give a seed,

a new birth.

I always, lift my head,

towards the sky,

but your drop,

compel me,

to close my eye.

Everyone enjoy you,

and forget  their strain,

without my permission

you always take away my pain..

                ~M.J.

On this chilling winter in New Delhi I am missing  Rain- Is anything wrong with me?