Information: This poem talks about the dreams of an artist the impact that nature has on his experiences and the power of visualization.

On a windy and sandy monsoon night,
A light shone through a quaint hamlet.
The white lights have a wheatish tone,
Fireflies have a fetish for that white light,
Alas! The wind was strong, and the
Sky was on song, it was wailing as if
Signaling an omen so special, mingling with
The gusty wind ever so tingling
The sky was dark and the paths so dingy,
Windchimes rang vividly, ever so hurriedly, and
Then the weather took a turn, and the yearning that
The artist had was fulfilled,
A boon had passed to the parched land and the sand
Turned to the sky so true,
A blue moon of hope shone through the dope sky
As I look up at the colored sky,
The eyes are shaken up by the myriad
An array of desires, longing to be fulfilled
A strong-willed hope enters our soul
As if the light of the firefly, making
New memories on the sideway.
I get filled with a new spirit
A voice comes so shrilled,
Chilling my nerves like a dark trigger
Wailing my senses to find the monsoon but
Now, the fences are trailing behind the blue moon and
Now the voice is chilled with the calm of the blue moon ...

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