A Gloomy Monsoon

By Arshiya

Earth’s absorbing of the vast sky’s 

Pouring,

Cascading with brutality of facts,

Admiring the Musings

Of clouds,

Filled with sanctimonious droplets,

Would the dormant half asleep seeds of life germinate 

And the self loathing parched soil 

Outburst 

With vibrant hues

Or still be blue?

Blue like the vast sky?

By Arshiya