Besides the heady fragrance <br />Of the wet earth, <br /> Freashly bathed green trees, <br />(Evoking images of a damsel <br />stroking her wet tresses) <br />Garden weeds, <br />And the sound of the rain <br />Music to my ears, after <br />Scorching summer, <br />Dust storms and hot winds. <br /> <br />I loved the <br />Croaking of the frogs. <br />After dusk fall <br />Twinkling fireflies. <br />The call of the Cicadas, <br />Although a bit <br />Eerie at night. <br /> <br />I would exclaim <br />Monsoon brings <br />Wild life <br />Full of sounds <br />And pleasing sights, <br />Though the family <br />didn't share my delight <br /> <br />Now, as the <br />Monsoon recedes <br />I realise, those sounds <br />Had long since died, <br />Couldn’t survive and adapt <br />To polluted environment. <br />Victims of <br />thoughtless human activity.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-monsoon-recedes/
