Monsoon

The fragrance of moist land,
The glistening of wet sand,

The dancing droplets on grass,
At the gate, the crouching guard,

The drenched dog wagging its tail,
Dropping on the roof, the stones of hail,

Small children in plastic raincoats,
Cars floating on roads like boats,

Birds hiding among bunches of leaves,
When I see this all, my heart heaves.

The beggar hiding inside his rags,
The old man gathering his bags,

The shopkeeper closing down the shutter,
The sound when clouds clutter,

Make me feel how rich are monsoons,
A guise of God's blessings and boons.