The drop of elixir from the heavens tickled in
He is invading the skies with trumpet and clarion
Howling winds paved the way
The mighty monsoon’s conquest has began .
Inundated fields, soggy feathers
Yells of the boatman from the banks
Nobody to cross the swollen river
Forsaken roads, puddles awaiting kids
A long sigh escaped, no paper boats
Even monsoon was deserted!
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