“Ode to the first monsoon”

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Though art the cuisine divine,

served in plate with silver spoon,

thy aroma smells of paradise,

O’ thou lovely first monsoon!

 

You broke my lonely dream filled sleep,

sprinkling showers in my sleepy eyes,

then blowing wind with gusty blows,

you made me realize, how time flies.

 

You growled loud with thunder voice,

when I thought ’bout the fading past,

with a bolt of light you lit my path,

I took a breath and stood up at last.

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