I mix some rain with the ink at this afternoon
And then start to write story of another monsoon.
Today let it be rain, sunlight be on otherday
Cloudy sky, lonely now, stand at my bay.
Table is flooded, words are smudged, I'm marooned
I find monsoon living inside another monsoon.
As I move I see faces, washed in a row
Someone shouted on my terrace, there is a rainbow.
This rain can travel, space and time, such a spray
Suddenly I hear, teacher say, 'Today is rainy day".
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