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Monsoon Muse

Oh, the smell of the rain, on the grass,

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Oh, the cantankerous cacophony of chaos,

Oh, the beautifully dimmed sunbeams,

Oh, the trickle of a memory taunting at the seams,

Oh, the season of unsatiated wants and dreams,

Oh, dear, stay a little longer,
reminiscence yearns,

Oh, autumn wait a little while, not ready yet for those golden dawns.

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Gunjan Bhatnagar

Words are an unfortunate solace for the solitary heart, it knows not kindness. Haunted existence and justice for the unpalatable truth, its only cause.