The monsoon song

The monsoon song is heard again
But in a place so alien now,
Eyes grow green with envy at the pictures
Though memory is still afresh of the year that was 94

Wet paddy fields and wetter still the bunch of us
Squirm with the rains that swished but now seem gone forever so
At a corner of the creek I sat as a little girl
Watching the frogs spawn
Oh what wonder lay in those tiny eggs that could one day, leap into life!

Time is now a constraint; disallowing us the bliss
Life in these small measures seem so worth a miss
When some decision in the heart goes terribly wrong
The way back to pavilion is marred by tempest

Yet I sit with a heart full of hope
Nothing but the desert I see around
Should it transform into drops of water
That accumulated here ages ago

Thanks to the lives that touched me so
Behold, me will be waiting to see
Half a year has gone by.

A flicker of fire and a wink of faith
Coupled together to do me good
For those that failed to remember though
Are certainly wished but wittingly forgotten

The fine line of choice is like the cloud
Murky yet decisive about the drops
That would one day kick back to life
Bringing with it a ray of hope
That life will be blissful as once like the rain
Swish, drop, pitter, drop and verve