Monsoon Mantra
silver curtains
of rain gush-spill
down the trunk of the
coconut tree.
the wind-breeze whistles
flirtatiously
at its swaying fronds.
(nature's green-black performing
ballerinas
as twilight bursts
forth.)
and the stars -
lanterns of the night sky,
peep shyly through a
lace
of black scattered clouds.
jasmine chaplets adorn the
halo of the sickle-moon.
thunder cracks
fill the sundown
horizon.
all around me
parasols flower at a button snap.
but I,
clear of soul,
dance to the rain-sounds
symphony.
the heart song,
my soul's cadence.
elysian Earth!
monsoon fragrances
explode
within my being.
my every breath and
heartbeat, every
slice of life,
a piece of you.
o, Heavens!
gather me amongst the
pleats of your pearly-grey
cloak.
let me explore the
universe
that is
I.
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