Seasons, have I felt and seen;
But the sight of you was the onset of
the first drop of Monsoon.
Oh! How I craved to be drenched in thy showers of care.
And, when you sensed my yearnings,
You did allow me to feel it,
Though momentary!
-As you are the monsoon & you never stay around.
But when I know that my cravings were not futile;
I’d; with honest love, prayers and hope
Await thy return….
