monsoon

indriyaan
baail ban gayi hain
jot-ti hain dil ki zameen ko
din bhar
bina ruke, bina thake

dimag,
ek kisan ki tarah
bota hai beej bhavnao ke
aur rah takta hai
khuda ki us nemat ka
jo barsegi
to fasal khilegi
is pyasi zameen par

pyar hi to hai na wo?

senses
have become bulls
till this heart’s ground
all day
unstopping, untiring

mind,
like a farmer
sows seeds of emotions
and waits
for that blessing from Him
when falling which
will make the crop flower
on this thirsty ground

that is love, isn’t it?

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