XII. Monsoon

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In my parched life,
though black clouds were encircling,
There was no rain.

I craved to bring back the lost greenery
But all my attempts
Went in vain.

You came in like the shade
That saves one from overhead sun
In noon.

You brought in my life
The season of
Monsoon

-aditi

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