Dear August,
You stepped in our lives ,
like a meek lamb seeking the permission
to life , in a slaughter house.
Though, thou entry was recognised
a little late; but was really appreciated
by the criteria as well as the arrival
of the downpour ;
Although, you just started growing up,
with the humid throwbacks of infancy ;
but then initially realized the worth
of your birth ,
Thee brought forth with the fresh stock
of corn and sweet potato,
The new species of Mangoes too,
popped up,to relish our delicacies.
Into the bargain, the breeze- filled raindrops ,
amplified the ethical Monsoon !
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