VALLEY OF MONSOON

Let me not think of shadows
but of humans in form of kind oceans
and not of conspiring waves
or a river that challenges my very own flute
in every note of my heartbeat
let me not think of my own flaws
but let me think how an ocean
finds its way to flow in me
and when the rising Sun bestows blows
on that green forest recreating shadows
let me climb down the valley
to find where I hear the song
of a nightingale
and in silence let me find my song
from the valley of monsoon…..