Monsoon Land

In our monsoon land
horizon is where
the parrot meets the dove

In our monsoon land
fifty shades of green
sing brazenly

In our monsoon land
woodfire smoked chai
is spiked with rain

In our monsoon land
clouds come rolling down
why bother with raining?

In our monsoon land
rain water reddens
on meeting earth

In our monsoon land
a flock of egrets
awaits the ploughing

In our monsoon land
the farmer walks
along with the bullocks.
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