Joys of monsoon, of spring
Naught seems so beautiful O as to see
Winter-wilted greens tender shoots to bear,
Thrushes in tune, triumph of trickery,
That see their eggs getting free foster care
Which, lets her sing through all summer till rains,
Flowers when bloom at their creative best,
The mood all around knows when no restrains,
To see the season reach climaxing crest.
But why, why all this juice and so much joy?
Harsh summer waiting is on ready wings,
Awaiting its reign this mood to destroy,
Yet, seasons’ beauty ends not just with springs,
E’en joys of rich monsoon turn unto cloy
That as ere ‘pon earth Eden’s delight brings.
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Sonnet | 08.02.2026 | beauty, joy, monsoon, rains, spring
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