Moonsoon beauty and 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