Monsoon Meanderings



A drop
From the top
Matters much
Life is such

It’s an annual date
That determines the fate
Of a billion folks
Of different strokes

Elections come and go
With governments fast and slow
Bollywood movies can flop
But one thing must not stop

Monsoon, monsoon! India’s lifeline!
Dancing to the Himalayas from a remote coastline
With clouds of plenty and rains of hope
that make waters gush as rivers from slopes

Wider. Wider. The Ganges starts in a glacier till in the ocean it finds its mate
Carving up its way, coursing, meandering and swirling in spate
Inundating lands along its course, for golden wheat and lily-white rice
Such glory, such richness. From the drop. And God plays his dice!

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