Out on my balcony
I can hear a cuckoo
Cheerfully biding
The arrival of monsoon.
As I watch black clouds
Slowly rolling over.
Then strikes the first
Thunder loud enough
To shackle windows
And pronounce a vibrato.
Everyone peeks out of
Their window to check
If it started to rain and
Do they need to fetch
All clothes in.
I see birds rushing back
To their nests and dogs
Searching for hiding spots
Dry enough as they hate
Getting wet.
All seems so hectic like
Someone declared an emergency.
I quietly drag a chair beneath
The attic out in the balcony
As the show is going to start.
And to save me from
Getting drenched
Then falls the first drops
Sent straight from the heavens.
And gradually, the light showers
Evolve into a heavy downpour
Filling every pot, well, and river
Carved on the land.
Only the mischievous wind disturbs
Me and direct some timely showers onto
Me as if inviting me to feel the drops
And dance in this majestic rain.
And now I'm drenched in happiness.
~ AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoesíaA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
