Crush Of Shower Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

Monsoon's tinge with its wings,
unhinge near my window ring,
awakens and alerts my psyche to lock in the chitin.
The thunder and lightening banged the shield with its scary,
melody to sing.
My brave soul crushes to watch the
heavenly silver lining.
Fresh shower usher a hope to flap in
rain's singe.
Children of slum dwellers stand still,
as the gushing water rushed in.
Their thatched roof fall paw on nature's villainies inn,
their trembling and innocent hands search
for shelter's fringe.
My heart shrinks with their sunken sight seeing,
without thinking twice,
walked out with an umbrella to rescue the fellow beings.
Now, the crush of shower entraps me with its wing