The atmosphere was
like a just popped toast,
The had to bear it
and each felt the burning roast,
The sky was
pleasantly arrogant and arrogantly clear,
Soaked the sweats
and peasants wiped off their tears,
Suddenly the blue
canvas was painted greyish silver,
Who thinks
Almighty is a fool, he is far more clever,
Eyes of all
desired pretty monsoon showers,
It turned a happy
day and breeze shook the flowers,
The monsoon winds
were heavenly blessed,
Every twig and
bloom were fantastically dressed,
And then the first
water drop fell on the soil,
So nice the
fragrance was and everything went moist,
It was a decent
scene coupled with hot coffee mugs,
The rejuvenation
streams ran from the pleased to the thugs,
Then it turned a
dream's godly sight,
It was a rainbow
from hidden sun's light,
And again those
water clouds went into a roar,
It was the day
which everyone dreams for,
From youths to the
old everyone was outdoor,
Paper-ships sailed
and all enjoyed up the deepest core,
Now it was the
setting sun and rain to went away,
But the pleasant
winds were still on making ships sway,
Everywhere around
the ditches and potholes were formed,
Few days earlier
the hands were spread and he fulfilled the wants...
