I walked past the maple tree ,whose shadow manifested upon me,
The dragonfly, drifted with the wind ,which swayed the branches of the tree,
And voices of children rattled while chasing the “drifted one” with all their might,
And the sky darkened, as twilight would have arrived .
I then heard the sound of the resonating tanpura and then a melodious voice…
The sweet sound of megh malhar seemed to have made me, discover the meaning of "lost in time".
The heavens had cried ,and I felt it…those drops of tears created the joy in me!
The smell of the fresh earth made me fall in love…
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