In the kingdom of sky, clouds begin their battle.
Weapons are of fire, not of metal.
I guess it is the enmity of years.
Mothers in the realm shed gallons of tears.
Envious clouds fight all day and night.
They forget what is wrong and what is right.
They forget what is wrong and what is right.
Behind rainfall, there might be no science.
It might be a result of conflict and defiance.
But, for us, monsoon is a lovely season.
To be happy, it gives us a reason.
Fragrance diffuses in the air.
But, for us, monsoon is a lovely season.
To be happy, it gives us a reason.
Fragrance diffuses in the air.
Rain patters here and there.
Hearts liven up with the pure breeze.
Icy water makes the outside freeze.
Lovebirds fly in the air of romance.
Muddy roads make us want to dance.
Monsoon, on the Earth, is always awaited
as it makes the people feel so elated.
Amrit Versha
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