All Were Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was natural
And we all took it as casual
It was well after autumn
Causing great concern

The earth waited for long
The cuckoo did not sing
The day was treacherous
The heat waves were blowing continuous

Finally it let lose
With heavy water it chose
To fall with mighty force
It was only course

All were jubilant
With fall of down pour constant
The earth had no option
But to receive it with close relation

The soul gets coolness
With so much of happiness
The life is spent with peace
So as to feel at an ease