The skies above pregnant with monsoon
sending tremors of early labour
And the child of heat and dust kissed its mothers forehead in showers today!
My feeble heart too swells with the memories of a lost monsoon
Writhes in pain all the while
Pangs of disownment thunders
But my heart's child wont come out to greet its mother in showers of bitter tears,
Stalled in silence,
Pregnant with the memories of a monsoon
My heart will keep on writhing in pain for ever and anon
Its child will not come out to kiss the mother's forehead in showers of bitter tears!!
