A Reminiscence Of Monsoon

By Nayana N

I'm already past the monsoon

Of the drops I sheltered as a tenant

They had the usual visitants of inclement

Broadening a customary gloom in June

I broached a walk with a former friend

When the house was bolted

Risked to draw the panel, a sight unfolded

Alluring a drab of unscathed dead end

I overlook the downpour in the core

As it shatters the ribs that housed

Blood scended as distress doused

To an exclamation of past exhumation

Replaced all of the murk with rud

As I descried soaked rugs

In all hues of crimson, scarlet, Ruby & much

To wash a bluff and life a hoary grab

Dither to dry a stain florid pale

As an impending winter prevails ahead

I shall await till summer's warm thread

To patch and embrace as monsoon arrives again

By Nayana N