Monsoon


The fragrance of flowers,
The fragrance of rain,
The fragrance of heat,
And the fragrance of cold.

Makes me to sing and dance,
Makes me to play and swim,
Monsoon soon changes its identity.
It pulls and pushes here and there.

Season arrests my mood.
Monsoon drags me into its control.
Rain calls me outside.
Heat makes me stay inside.

Flowers attract me to pluck.
Fruits invite me to extort,
Sweater wraps me tightly.
Overall monsoon treats me crazy.

Dr.Marysuresh.