A Monsoon Song
There dwell those droves in a number few,
by Saheb Mohapatra
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.