It's been long
I have lost my affection for rain.
The shirt that was left outside
I find rain has touched it last night.
I'm not a poet but a common man
Who walks on footpath everyday
Helplessly stand on footboard of crowded bus
Bargain vegetables at the evening market.
During Monsoon I feel like sail boat.
My room gets filled with monsoon clouds
I find streams trickling from everywhere.
How much I try still clock runs ahead of me
How much I try still my son miss his sleep
How much I try still vegetables are less on plate.
But still I sleep with hope -
As long as the windows remain open
As long as that guava tree remains green
As long as smell of hot kichri comes from kitchen
A different monsoon is waiting for me.
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