
The floors are wet, a sofa soggy,Ah, the culprit window’s wide —I shut it; the wind whistles high pitched Through cracks.
The waves froth-crested, I hear them roarTheir constant music on the shore; I breathe in deep the smells and soundsOf Mesmerizing Monsoon once more.
2 comments:
very nice.... dramatic picture...
Dramatic... Kaise
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