Why won't it rain when it is the monsoon season?
Maybe the clouds must go where the winds are in action
Maybe earth isn't thirsty nuf to want the precious drops
Maybe the rain'll gather n pour in a storm that never stops
Why won't the flowers bloom in my little garden?
Maybe they yearn for the bees to first come by the dozen
Maybe they forgot the moving cycle of seasons
Maybe they want to feel that wind of love just once
Why does the cuckoo just sit in my tree and not sing its tune?
Maybe it sings only for the refined one and not for a buffoon
Maybe it is tired of singing the same song over and over
Maybe it is waiting to join in a symphony with its lover
And why doesn't my friend of a distant land write to me?
Maybe she's crafting her own poetry and in no mood to be chummy
Maybe she is too busy meeting life's demands on her
Maybe there is nothing special in me for her to remember!
Abhay B. Joshi