Monsoon peering in,
And peacocks are preening,
The fluty squeals of birds,
Trills of swallows reeling.
The bright moon shining,
And streams rustling on rocks,
The earth blends with the sky,
There’s silence in the blocks.
Chestnuts dropping,
Pings the eerie quiet,
Branches sing the blues,
Nothing short of a riot.
I step into this scene,
Heavenly as it seems,
Breathing deep in my lungs,
This picturesque dream.
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