PETRICHOR
Believe me, when I say its not just a ‘smell’
It is a sigh of relief from the sun’s spell
It's an aroma that welcomes hope
For all that is in our horoscope
It’s a harbinger of victory of the rain drop
It sings the ballad of the rain drop
Who has finally met her destiny
Touched the ground and ended a legacy
The raindrop who has seen the fervour of sun
Fought against and won
Endured the stoicism of the sea
Who paid no heed to her plea
Stood against the dander of the wind
Alas! Played well against the mastermind
Believe me, when I say its not just a smell
It's an essence of liberty in a world which is under the corporate’s spell