Oh time, I’m hasty in breath;
The world is in swirl of welcomes
The welcomes that sway,
Your patterns intricate in wherewithals.
These welcomes are the souls of wary dryness,
The bud springs into its lush
The fruit running into its taste of sweetness,
Uniformity in views of every inch
Behold the greenery around,
The land no more parched
The downpour legacies puddles
Aromatic I sense the smells.
And when the sun shines hard,
It no more make hatred in my soul
But to usher feelings in indecisive drizzles.
The resurrection to my coveted moods.
How beautiful is the lone sky.
Sometimes crimson festooned glances.
It’s a treasure of spacious jewels
Those tendrils of cloud swimming
And the promises fills my heart
Promises enigma in its find outs
Deeper and vast is the uncatchable voices.
Perpetually enshrined in my heart
Hey soil I want to hear the things
Affines you keep for petrichor
Though periodic you come my way
I care is your ambrosial smell
The sweetest sounds of resonance on my crown
Rain are the connection you keep
Current of consciousness in my mind
I am lost amidst your times
I forget the very origin of me
The cool breezes transforming me abstract
Lost in persuasion of monsoons
I’m on a level you won’t meet…
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