Journeying through the terrain of my verse in these rains.....

"My apologies, Sona.
Journeying through the terrain of my verse
in these rains,
inconvenienced you
Unseasonal are the monsoons here.
The alleyways of my poetry are frequently damp.
Water gathers often in the ditches.
If you trip and fall here, you run the risk
of spraining a foot".

Again,

For your support,
You have been wonderful to me hope in your vote..
With lot's of love..
Regards,