MONSOON

endless drops of rain
from heaven high
beating on my tin roof home
creating divine music
that tells me of home coming
monsoon and the girl
whom i exchange a vows
but she deserted me here
with dried eyes
drought,no more tears
now its raining again
i can sing a woeful song
till the flowers bloom
till i dip in ma tears
and when this rain cease
would you be pleased?
for there will be no tear,
flowers and the song for u