The Season of Love is what its called,
Bringing respite from heat and sweat for all,
Filling our heart with joy and conquering the pain,
Yes the best gift of nature to mankind is Rain…

It is the first shower of every rainy season,
In which we laugh and dance for no particular reason,
In which every soul wants to get wet,
In which their tensions and worries they just Forget,

Filling our reservoirs with water for the whole year,
Spreading smiles across the faces of million farmers and negating their fears,
To clean our polluted environment is why she’s here,
These are just few of many reasons why monsoons are so dear…

Nature has always showered her blessings upon us with open arms,
But we will remain to be humans and exploit her till it harms,
26/7 was not just an event but an alarm,
For all of us to wake up and disarm…

Disarm the harmful plastic which choked our river,
Disarm the dream which compelled our city that night to dreadfully shiver,
Constructing sealinks, flyovers and transforming our city into Shanghai
Is indeed a pleasant but distant dream,
And to accomplish it we must all keep our city clean
Which will ensure that this gift of life drains down smoothly through every stream…