Monsoon

Under the green shadow,
of that serene afternoon;
the branches to dance,
the winds to be its tune.

Eloquence of my words,
to fill up a red balloon;
a butterfly with colours,
to emerge from cocoon.

An eternity to talk,
for that nights moon;
mine and his aurora,
turned out to be a boon.

Elixir of immortality,
justified us that noon;
two old hearts met,
after years of monsoon.

Arya Gupta
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/13/2021

Poet's note: This is a beautiful imaginary scene of two people meeting after years.
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