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Monsoon

Before monsoon dust was blowing in my lane, thick and fast,
During monsoon all my desires to fly in the air quenched at last.
Monsoon passed by our small house,
God showed his grace,
I sometimes look at the sky, sometimes at my place.
On the onset of monsoon, water gushes through streets and past homes,
Leaping and splashing around, like children returning home; victorious
from a match.
After monsoon, there is lush green spread over the earth.
Mesmerizing flowers, bewitching leaves, dancing branches swinging
alluring like a beauty chic.
The lines of horizon have completely merged.
The earth is resplendent like a land of dreams.
The little boat floats, steered by rains and winds.
The rhythm of river stirs the boatman to sing.
The pouring rain invites us all to enjoy the site.
Our eyes should remain open and bright.
Liveliness in the house needs noises lively and strong,
Let it be the thunder of clouds, pitter patter rain drops, laughter or songs.

Veil

It is not the veil that oppresses her,
But rather the ignorant mind that judges her.
What is on her head than what is in her head?
Veil is my choice, my right, my beauty.
Be like a diamond precious and rare,
Not like a stone found everywhere.
Come let us all wear mirrors, we will see our faces there.
Everyone will appear attractive to each other.
Meet me, see me, speak to me,
Smile as well for the sake of an old relationship.
Yesterday's newspaper seen and put aside.
In the play of life this tug of war is only one-sided,
Would have been another matter
If one end was given to me.
Stranger than me and can't even be seen.
Someone was unveiling the matted locks of the sky.
She was unveiling her beautiful face
From veil of her golden hairs, looked fully relaxed beauty,
But after a while, lamps lost their light instantly.
In an unknown city nothing appears unfamiliar,
Same faces covered by transparent familiar veils.
Veil is my choice, my right, my beauty.

@Ishrat Umar
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