Here's Monsoon

Here in the western corner of the nation,
Close to the visible line that divides
Those finding themselves on opposite sides,
bound however with ties of similar notion;,
Clouds burst forth with unceasing showers
As if to cool the weltering Heat of hate
that rises like a mighty river in spate.
Fed on by the fire spewed by the powers.
Guided by the signs of the pleasing season,
Shouldn't we listen to innermost reason?
Shouldn't we hands of friendship extend
and with our hands a healing touch lend ?
But then the horrors of Mumbai flash past
And Oh, the future will only be like the past