THE MONSOON CLOUDS <br /> <br /> Soubhagyabanta Maharana <br /> <br />The monsoon clouds become crazy <br />To touch upon the parched earth <br />After its natural banishment for months <br />For provoking disasters in floods <br />And unforeseen ruin of human-lives. <br />The dry and dead summer clouds <br />Being drenched by rain-drops <br />Rejuvenate the gleams and glitters of the season. <br />The earth looks amorous <br />Like a sensuous damsel <br />With the rain-soaked dreams. <br /> <br />Emotion oozes out profusely <br />As if nature’s rain-drops <br />Have gripped the voluptuous season <br />With a frenzied sensation. <br />It transforms the dusty and dreary earth <br />Into a lively lovely garden <br />Smiling with fragrant flowers <br />Sweet fruits and sensational aroma of dreams. <br /> <br />Released from the solitary confinement <br />Of scorching heat and severe sweating <br />The monsoon clouds herald a vivid welcome <br />Of life and animation <br />In the metamorphosis of a dying earth. <br /> <br />The pervading colours of monsoon clouds <br />Entice from farmers to flutists <br />Poets to pundits <br />Monks to monarchs <br />And love-sick to lepers <br />To enjoy the seasonal changes of nature. <br />The dirge of death slowly <br />Turns into a scintillating song of life <br />Amidst the murmuring of showers and streams. <br /> <br /> *******<br /><br />Soubhagyabanta Maharana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-monsoon-clouds/
