Monsoon rain after London

Englishmen took all the wealth

Of the commonwealth

Kept most of it in London city

Which became most pretty

Every citizen of the commonwealth desire

A day or two in the London city

But it is a pity

To travel leisurely there you need a big kitty

From some hilly corner  of the defunct empire

Once a little girl aspire

To visit all the landmarks and square

Of this great city

When she got off the plane

She saw the London rain

A city sparkling in every rain drop

You see in road water every building Top

Her room was above the lost poet pub

Whole night drunk poets made lots of noise to disturb

Next morning off she went to poetery house

Met only a poet with Alzheimer and his old spouse

She took English breakfast near Victoria park

Then Joined the poetry session in the park

The Poem she liked was about feelings

Poet said he has removed ceiling from feeling

Some kid poet from the park took her to Keats house

White building shining like a light house

She bought a London sketch book

And for going British gallery a black cab she took

At gallery she got a book on new India office

Saw old records with East India record curator Ms. Makepeace

She also read handwritten poem by Coleridge

Got tired off books and went to London bridge

After bridge she went to bank of river Thames

River was quietly flowing like someone engulfed by city flames  

She then took a tube train

Every traveller was scratching their brain

Last trip was to London eye and big ben

She was fed up with London at Buckingham

Flew to home safe and sound

Only thing she liked was British pound  

Back to hills of central India

Away from a city so renowned

You don’t need dollars and pound

If you like monsoon rain sound