& As The Monsoon Recedes

Besides the heady fragrance Of the wet earth, Freashly bathed green trees, (Evoking images of a damsel stroking her wet tresses) Garden weeds, And the sound of the rain Music to my ears, after Scorching summer, Dust storms and hot winds. I loved the Croaking of the frogs. After dusk fall Twinkling fireflies. The call of the Cicadas, Although a bit Eerie at night. I would exclaim Monsoon brings Wild life Full of sounds And pleasing sights, Though the family didn't share my delight Now, as the Monsoon recedes I realise, those sounds Had long since died, Couldn’t survive and adapt To polluted environment. Victims of thoughtless human activity.