Monsoon Melody

Monsoon Melody Winged postal horses of poetic turf Seemingly preoccupied in scratching an itch Inflicted upon by our toxic refuge, It would be a bit too much Expecting black clouds to fetch Vivid glimpse of not so far past Silently fading in your heart! Precious drops of necessity Gifted in abundance Does merit wholeheartedly welcome- Like peacocks gyrate with a rainbow-arch Behind their back, Like forlorn ‘Papeeha’* shrills Twinge of her lonely heart out Not so many did they live, alas, To be sighted! While rain trickles down the glass panes In showery dawn In the cozy balcony You could ensconce yourself Soaking your stoic solitude With solaced far childhood memory But for the changed climate Incessant rain for more than a fortnight Renders you a convicted prisoner! Dislocated by flush flood Those encroached upon rivulets And drainage of rainwater Though adequately compensated out of taxes Can be anything but happy In tarpaulin huts By the side of highways! But, that beauty of rain Plays melodious notes of monsoon In the hearts of relief fraternity Over the marooned citizenry Cannot be altogether denied, no! • * A nocturnal bird with lugubrious voice.