As my thoughts were flowing through me,
The breeze hit me flowing free,
Calling me to gaze outside and hey,
It took my breath away.
It was raining heavily,
The trees faraway never looked so lively,
Outside rainy breeze was so cool and nice,
That it was simply a heavenly paradise.
As I sat alone writing,
I can’t stop enjoying and gazing,
As I looked out of my window,
To watch this rainy show.
The bushy trees oscillated to and fro,
Moving along with the rainy downpour,
Soon the blanket of rain swayed on the go,
Looking like a dance of glamour.
I continued writing my story,
Until it soon became a poem,
Colliding with the rainy melody,
Creating it into a harmonious dream.
Looking at the faraway green neighbourhood,
Getting covered with the rainy blanket,
I felt like taking my sarod in this mood,
And play raga Miya ki Malhar composition like it’s fate.
Filling the rainy atmosphere with the beautiful melody,
And as I go with the flow,
I imagine just living in the moment and feeling the harmony,
As I was gazing out of my window.

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