Monsoon love begin as so soon,
Before we say where it is,it’s june,
The rage is increasing falling harshly,
Everywhere is greenery falling in the noon.
Farmers are happy to travelling clouds,
Chirping of birds and the monkeys shouts,
In the icy glacier waters ,the fish is trout,
Even all the animals and birds pout.
All barren lands are alive again,
The water in the dark forest roots of trees drain,
There afar is sitting a crane,
Enjoying hunting in this beautiful drops of rain.