#Poetry ‘The Monsoon Has Left Us’ by Fiza Pathan

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

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