The Return of the Frogs.

     The Return of the Frogs.

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The frogs were felicitous at the fall of rains,

Croaking their new tunes,

In a chorus song of jubilation.

That was the time, the monsoon

Made it a point to visit the earth annually,

With a passion for the soil and its beings.

The freshness of life everywhere,         

Was in a real, thanks -giving mood.

There was once a festive filling up,

With no void left to wail over emptiness.

The cattle were all on a rodeo round.

Right crops at the right time ,

Like right men at the right place,

Rejoiced over the rightness of things.

Now the frogs have moved into

The withering wells and waning lakes.

The swelling load of human selfishness,

With its spiraling shapes of skyscrapers ,

Has logged  off its myriad, monsoon chats,

Blaming the system failure,  for the backlog.

It  needs a new human ID and password,

To log in with www.nature.monsoon.com,

In a perfect, antivirus, protective mode;

Only a restart of the original schedule of seasons,

Will relocate  the restive frogs, to the rain fed tanks,

And make them croak felicitously at the fall of rains.

                                                                       P.Chandrasekaran.