Desert Monsoon Cloud Poem by Tushar Ray

Cloud had been dangling around brushing up my window
As if anybody could touch it by the pane and feel
And hanging by the citrus grove through murky morning
Simply played hoax with our hopes, doing nothing more!

Very quietly the sun broke out rather late in the morning
Freeing it from the dense clouds up the covered space
Burning through the cloud layers in the gloomy mid air
While smiling along the torn clouds in a pale humid face

Then the clouds crumbled soon after layer after layer
As the sun came out bursting forth stronger and stronger
Fading the clouds all through by its highly scorching rays
And they vanished into thin sky into less buoyant space

This is the story of desired monsoon in our desert valley
Being repeated in this classic mode against our hopes
While the withered plants started gasping all around us
And heat of the summer hanged around for us to be coped
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