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The rhythm falls, a silver chime,
The rhythm falls, and soul does pine.
Alone she calls, a whispered plea,
The monsoon blooms, eternally.
The monsoon blooms, eternally.
Memories sting, a path unknown,
Memories sting, where seeds are sown.
Each raindrop falls, a piercing dart,
The wind now stabs, a wounded heart.
The monsoon blooms, eternally.
The monsoon blooms, eternally.
The world is drenched, in monsoon's grace,
The world is drenched, in time and space.
Within her eyes, a fire bright,
A song escapes, in endless night.
The monsoon blooms…
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
