Hidden betwixt bloom-petals bees and beetles play,
Sculptured, like scorpions, black clouds often collect;
Cool moisture vaporous breeze on air perfume spray,
Sky, in schoolboy costumes, colors-brushes select.

Pregnant with drops, heavy-laden clouds, torrents pour,
Creaks and cracks break soon like streams and rivulets vast;
Bullfrogs, in snake holes, seeking mates, like lions roar,
Knaves! They slip into the mouths of snakes as break-fast.

Parrots in green silks, amidst leaves play with the rooks,
Branches, dripping crystal blood, wave-like live phantoms;
Lightning, piercing cloudy caverns, light up all nooks,
The drama of nature – performed with cool tantrums.

Though glooms of monsoon resemble crucifixion,
Monsoon, in true conception, is resurrection.

(Amidst floods, the monsoon in India is a season to relish and cherish.
Every scene of monsoon can give themes for many poems).

(Sonnet)