Sweet scent of earth
Quenched in the rain
Incites the poet's
Wondrous wings.
He flies across
The growling clouds
Holds thunder in
His joyous pen.
Then brings respite
From skies above
And a glimpse of
His monsoon muse.
Prashant Shaurya ©
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Sep 12, 2017
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