Coming Monsoon.

I Lost my Smile in winter,

forgotten happiness in summer

while I am getting forlorn in life.


Monsoon taught me to resilient again

and a drop from cloud to land

brings back all my nostalgia 

in someone that thing is magical 

and exquisite that turns out

to be an another happiness,

to feel and smile, to seal from the drop

what I felt inside.

Have started loving as other lives started

to make a thread of recreating joy within me.


By Chirayu 

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