Lights went off,
Partial darkness filled all over,
Mysteriously beginning the opera.
The soft music began.
It rose the scale with speed.
Yes, it has reached its peak.
The opera has begun.
But here, the curtains fell,
Soaking everyone in its music.
Drums started to roll
Audience clasped their ears,
Lights flashed on their faces with rhythm.
Monsoon, the purest of all operas.
The masterpiece, the art of Almighty
Neither Beethoven nor Mozart can come close.
Opera has reached its end.
Mother earth brightened in bliss,
Tears of happiness rolled down the leaves.
All applauded in their own ways.
So here comes the credits,
Lights by clouds while music by wind,
Rain did curtains while thunder did drums................
Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................
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