SM (21-01-2003 / Odisha, India)

A Monsoon Song

There dwell those droves in a number few,
Within a stone's throw, the rainbow of bliss,
And in each glance shall reveal colors, new,
With drizzles apart, like arrows with kiss,
The more you shower you be the best,
The height you reach greenery takes,
And how often you find icy winds at rest,
With horses of joy riding o'er the lakes,
Those waves at night with roars of beast,
And full-wet sand wailing at shore,
With smiles the most and grief, the least,
And all woods of crickets praising it more.

To all high lakes at earth's blue chest,
It's what you say the beauty at its best.

by Saheb Mohapatra

Comments (9)

Oh yes splendid imagery! Each vision complimented the one yet to be read. Line by line. Wave by wave. I agree with the cricket's praise...............10
Saheb, a worthy soonet. This is a shakespearean. Nice to read and feel the thoughts expressed.
A well knit poem which arises the touch of Monsoon. I enjoyed reading this poem. Keep writing.
Loved your colourful monsoon sonnet. I expect to see more sonnets from you. So keep on writing.
To all high lakes at earth's blue chest, It's what you say the beauty at its best. Thought provoking imagination and imagery makes this beautiful poem on sharing. Nicely penned.
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