When it’s monsoon in Delhi: A poem by Vandana Saxena

When grey spreads over acres of blue
An epoch slithers in flamboyant hue
The city of hearts pulsates with bliss
Like a young girl, before her first kiss

The skies open their slivery treasure
And weary roads soak in the pleasure
The first waft of petrichloral shower
Infuses boost to high-rise power

The walls bleed with the texture of paints
But avenues reflect traditional quaint
Heritage, architect, culture, or history,
Monuments invite to solve the mystery

The humid airs raise the voice
Long walks are no more a choice
Across the streets celebrating the festival
Presenting food in long listicles

A child enlivens in every soul
Sans a worry or care for troll
Butterflies are awakened in the belly
When it’s monsoon in Delhi.


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