The First Rains of Monsoon in Mumbai,
It is not better than the daily bustle,
Because it took my heart away,
I stay busy with some work or other
to keep love at bay.
But when this first rain took hold,
I find significance everywhere I look,
I see her persuasive face where I behold,
I longed to learn the language of love,
I think it’s time to free the heart,
Feel good this monsoon in Mumbai,
even an ant’s dizzying ascent looks meaningful.
And what have I gained from this?
Only the last hope of togetherness,
In the first rains of monsoon in Mumbai.