Monsoon Girl

She recall her day when she sat by the window And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism. She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature And she held up with no parole and desires… She felt herself interred to the nature that despair. The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm She averted her fear and assailed against this rage Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage. She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky, She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby. Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving. The lust she felt over her drizzly body Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist temptingly. The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.