When the streams and lakes go dry
Migrating birds without stopping fly by
When the temperature rises high
When there is not a single cloud in the sky.
When the land is full of dust
The grass is brown and past its best
When in day people like to rest
And the sun blazes down with zest
When people become desperate
When pressure mounts on the state
About the rains when they debate
And start to think about their fate
Then and only then does it arrive
On which the life of millions strive
Monsoon begins in the solar month of five
Precious as honey in a bee hive.
Monsoon rains begins in the month of May and lasts for four months and is the life line of the people of peninsular India, who depend on good rains for good harvest.
19/7/06
Vikram G. Aarella
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