December ki rain

Yeh barish ka mausam…..
Yeh dil ka machalna……….
kash hota yeh tufaan…….
na aate hum bahar……..

fir kambal mein hoti lambi neend……..
maja aata itna dil jata bhar……
magar kyon hoga aisa………
kyonki maine jo chaha……..

Yeh barish ka mausam…….
hai sawan sa mausam….
na hota koi kaam……
kash ek din aisa hota……

Rehte Adam aur Eve……
barasta ishwar ka vardaan……
aata sab kuch jholi mein…..
bin maange….bin khate………

kash hota aisa………
yeh barish ka mausam……..

I dont know how u like it but I wrote it when I was simply writing an email…may be I need to improve on it…

Nice poem. I enjoyed it. Only Mumbaikars can enjoy the mansoon. I see that whenever first mansoon rain comes every one gets to the streets and want to get wet while dancing with the belief that doind so will immunise health for the rest of mansoon season. Here is my additional lines to your poem.

yeh barish ka mausam
gharam pakora ka mausam
yeh barish ka mausam
rishthadoron ke saath judneka mausam

yeh barish ka mausam
baadalon ka rangeela mausam
yeh barish ka mausam
bhoond bhoond se bharish
kidikionme ghir ke
sangeeth denewala mausam