Bhopal’s skies crack open wide,
Lake’s waters surge like an ocean tide.
The Upper Lake flows, bold and proud,
City’s heart beating, strong and loud.
Hawkers pause, eyes gleam in awe,
This watery wonder, the city's charm.
Nature lush with life, in green hues so deep,
Glistening leaves in the raindrop sweep.
Indian Cuckoo calls, Pitta prances,
Both catching tunes, as monsoon dances.
Hot chai’s brewed, pakoras stacked high,
Mirchi, Aloo, Pyaaz—all tempt the eye.
Each snack speaks, its own Andaaz,
Crunchy bites met with stormy applause.
Kids jump puddles, young hearts swoon,
Girls spin dreams to the monsoon tune.
For rain doesn’t just feed earth alone,
It seeps through hearts and lifts the soul’s tone.
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