The Monsoon Has Left Us
The monsoon has reversed its course through the hills
And I am missing the raindrops patter
Along my way to the church door
I see spectres of disillusionment which forces me to contemplate
The communion of bodies does not invigorate my senses within
The spirit is but a dewdrop glow upon the broken window glass
I close my heart and pray with my open eyes
To push away more thoughts of sadness that cloud my brain so tired
I rush to the bosom of the cloudburst
And speak to the deluge of lost years that have gone me by
Soulful are my gods when the tide has run out
Soulful are my gods when the time has cast its spells
No more can I chant of the drizzle
It is gone far away-never to be seen again
Perish with the early mornings golden dawn
And walk a mile to the mountain where it all once began
The place where lightning met with mother earth
The monsoon has left us and me without a sage’s peace
Copyright © 2013 by Fiza Pathan
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