A Plea To Monsoon
Come tearing the clouds.
Listen to achy pain and
Oh monsoon! Wherever
In sea, in ocean, in thunder
or in storm.
Come and give rest from
If you know how eagerly
lovers wait and how
painful the wait is.
when days passes
You can know how
thirst waits for you.
Come as a angel of
god to save the dying.
I urgue, i plea to come
and this summer of suffering.
Oh monsoon! Come.
Come with thunderbolts,
come with rain showers,
come with storms and
come with your fierceful
force to end all sufferings.
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