Monsoon season
Oh, the rainy days are here,
rain trickling down the roof in the puddle,
ground covered with blanket of mud,
leaves sailing away in the small streams.
I can hear the streams gushing down the furrow,
Fills the field with abundance of fluid for irrigation,
The darkened sky with nimbus clouds,
Showering down uncontrollably,
Roads blocked with fallen boulders,
Here one’s patience is tested,
People wait for the road to clear,
Constantly looking at the watch.
Holding a cup of tea in one hand,
On the other, a plate of dumplings,
Chatting away with vendors,
Mundane talks about life.
No more cleaning the school ground,
And no more morning assemblies,
Gazing from the window,
I see lush green veneering the mountains.
The orange trees absorbing all the nourishment,
Getting ready for birthing after three seasons,
Eager to taste the sweet nectar,
And see the loaded trucks driving across the southern borders.
