When the Monsoon comes
The rain drops vanishes dust of all trees
soon they will be in a glittering green
to hold everybody's attention in them
When you comes my mind attains all pleasure
You wipes out my worries from my mind
My mind exceeding the limit of heaven in joy
Monsoon drops make the earth "MOM"
and you makes me too a poet
"O" Thy I salute you for creating these beautiful
things for my earth
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