by Vinita Agrawal
Almost lost a shoulder
Waiting for the rains
Stood so long against the walls
It caused me a lot of pain
Monsoon, monsoon…come soon, come soon
The clouds are building up
Thick and grey and moist
Soon they’ll burst and I’ll see
My inner longings voiced
The rain will fall like sheets
Of refreshing heavenly water
I’ll be experiencing madness
Of awesome cheer and laughter
Monsoon, monsoon…come soon, come soon
The sun will disappear
And days will be encased
In marvellous coolness
Not in searing sunny rays
Paper boats will bob joyously
At every rivulet on the road
We’ll all become children
Sailing happiness afloat
Monsoon, monsoon…come soon, come soon
Trees will be bathed
With the rapture of the drops
All dust washed away from
Roofs and tree tops
The numbness of my shoulder
Will soon be forgotten
My waiting shall turn to a dance
When the rains are begotten!
Monsoon, monsoon…come soon, come soon
Vinita is a Mumbai based writer and poet. Her poems have been published in Asiancha, Raedleaf Poetry , Wordweavers, OpenRoad Review, Constellations, The Fox Chase Review, Spark, The Taj Mahal Review, CLRI, SAARC Anthologies, Kritya.org, Touch- The Journal of healing, Museindia, Everydaypoets.com, Mahmag World Literature, The Criterion, The Brown Critique, Twenty20journal.com, Sketchbook, Poetry 24, Mandala and others which include several international anthologies. Her poem was nominated for the Best of the Net Awards 2011 by CLRI. She received a prize from MuseIndia in 2010. Her debut collection of poems titled Words Not Spoken published by Sampark/Brown Critique was released in November 2013. Her poem was awarded a prize in the Wordweavers contest 2013.
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