Monsoon_rain
Has a story to tell.
When it fall softly, caressing my head and cheek
It reminds me of my grandma, loving and sweet.
The drizzles kissing the wet soil ,
Reverberate the songs of Tagore .
The evening breeze, with dancing palm tree afar,
Reminds me of my past self, as a hopeless lover.
Then at last,
when the vision becomes blurred
You know, the merciless rain is falling hard.
It reminds the days that I survived,
The days when i paused
But eventually metamorphed.
@monalisha khilar
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