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Whenever monsoon comes

they appear in the sky

from here,from there

in different figures and patterns



Ahead of the wind gentle or strong

they drift in ease to where

I can never guess

how wonderful are they!



They might have their destinations

in the horizon or maybe beyond it

Are those same or different?

No one can tell.



If I were a monsoon cloud

I would go to hills and mountains

to caress and kiss

green plants and trees grown on them



Until then I am not a cloud but a man

Lying on the Mother Earth

with my face upwards

I still watch them come and go...