I woke up this morning
with the skirmishes of dry land and earth
A glance through my window
and I saw the clouds uniting their crack.
The morning seemed like the late evening
with splashes of lights cutting across the sky
And all of a sudden it poured upon heavily
with numb sound of thirst and relief.
Masses running for shades
and the Juvenalilty was seen among the kids
Miry filed and smiley little faces
kicked the ball with all their coerces.
I couldn't dedine such a life
where one is sitting idle
and the other is making the day
It all happens as and when our senesce suffice.
Yet I have the belive with orotund tones of my lost juvenility
I threw out myself
burying all my forlornness.
Note: Dedicated to the wonderful monsoon weather