A Rainy Day...
The atmosphere was like a just popped toast,
The had to bear it and each felt the burning roast,
The sky was pleasantly arrogant and arrogantly clear,
Soaked the sweats and peasants wiped off their tears,
Suddenly the blue canvas was painted greyish silver,
Who thinks Almighty is a fool, he is far more clever,
Eyes of all desired pretty monsoon showers,
It turned a happy day and breeze shook the flowers,
The monsoon winds were heavenly blessed,
Every twig and bloom were fantastically dressed,
And then the first water dropp fell on the soil,
So nice the fragrance was and everything went moist,
It was a decent scene coupled with hot coffee mugs,
The rejuvenation streams ran from the pleased to the thugs,
Then it turned a dream's godly sight,
It was a rainbow from hidden sun's light,
And again those water clouds went into a roar,
It was the day which everyone dreams for,
From youths to the old everyone was outdoor,
Paper-ships sailed and all enjoyed up the deepest core,
Now it was the setting sun and rain to went away,
But the pleasant winds were still on making ships sway,
Everywhere around the ditches and potholes were formed,
Few days earlier the hands were spread and he fulfilled the wants...
poem by Vikrant Jog
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