Behold, the monsoon breathes,
Behold, the monsoon breathes,
On every bough, a rainbow weaves,
Behold, the monsoon breathes.
From teardrops, magic spills,
As clouds of sorrow fade away, and hearts ignite,
A gilded mirror stills,
Where in wet eyes, a sweet dream takes flight.
This dawn, with hope anew,
Has graced my courtyard's core,
With melodies of hues,
A painted Holi at the door.
On every bough, a rainbow weaves,
Behold, the monsoon breathes,
Behold, the monsoon breathes.
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