Read Poem: Moon…n..Sun !!!, by Stuti Saxena Singh

Mumma, Mumma,
Madhav chants eagerly.
Why is there watery falloff ???
From aloft sky,
So hastily & carelessly.
Switch the tap off,
Oh! Dear Mother!!
Madhav pointed strictly.
Be gracious at his pristine modality,
By same token reciprocated placidly.
Oh! My dear Madhav,
Dark clouds and thunder lighting
supervene with hail,
Signifies soothing monsoon
has splendidly nailed.
What Mumma did you just said??
Is it Moon..&…Sun on same earth bed..
He gave a good whirl,
Synchronously lighting made him thrill.
I tightly embraced him,
and cracked my will.
Oh! My dear, come a little near.
I will surely try, to answer all your pry.
Monsoon is a fruitful boon,
We get relief from scorched full noon.
Hot pakoras embedded with dhaniya chutney,
Are mouth-watering eatables over the spoon.
Chirruping birds and dancing peacocks,
Rhythmic and serene nature enjoyed by frogs.
Glare of greens and scenic beauty
are like soothing eye drops,
Mean moment Madhav rushed to
make vivid paper boats.
Oh!! Dear Son !
Scattered splashy paper boats on watery floors ,
Seems prismatic refraction of light from doors.
Madhav giggled and toddle around,
Pointing on the pelting pitter-patter sound.
Knavishly he hopped into aqueous slurry,
I just giggled at his puerility.
Oh!! Dear Madhav,
Tell me won’t you feel??
Weather with frigid breeze
and rainy drizzle, imply divine ‘ivory’.
Nodding his head up and down,
Says little Madhav,
Hey Mom!! Monsoons should wear
all weather’s’ crown.
Drift in “watery falloff” perception,
To “all weather crown” actualization.
Is simply I say “what an irony”,
Oh!! Little Madhav you jot down.

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