Monsoon

S. N. Sandhya

    Standing alone
    In the corner of the shack threshold
    I hear those lovely madrigals
    The sky play for his beloved earth

    She, in her mansion
    Is busy crafting a festoon
    With those flowers sprouted
    In the garden of her heart
    To gift him,
    her boundless love

    But, I wait for you dear
    To pluck a lovely florid floret
    From the garden of your smile
    To keep intact...

    
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