haze says goodbye

The pockets of blue

The blanket of white

Floating together in the sky

The sun rays brightly light up

It brings a smile

The monsoon season

It helps to cheer up the sky

Now the haze seems in hiding

Lurking to hit back again

One trouble goes away

There is the other dilemma

The floods of our history

It will make its call

The low lying areas

The villages brave it again

The flash floods may happen

The lost souls try to escape

For now we have

The clear sky in our eyes

Will it stay for long?

The monsoon season arrives