A Blunder

On a cosy afternoon,
seeing those hills and
clouds and nature,
I wondered
If love isn’t one big blunder?

Those clouds touching hills,
peacock dancing in fields,
mountains turning green,
And,
till we fall in love with all this blends
monsoon ends.

Well, someone asked me,
If its seasonal and
arrives every year
Why do you still wonder?

with a soft smile
I answered,
monsoon illustrate humans,
those blends stay same
but today the love
has turned seasonal
that is why i wonder
If love isn’t one big blunder?


_ Umang Deshmukh