Falgun Is Coming Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Falgun is coming,
The winds are saying,
Flying dust is,
Swirling with dry and fallen leaves
At some solitary nook and corner,
Heat is getting intense a bit
With the strong sunlight falling,
Nature too seems to be
In a romantic mood,
Looking frolicsome and festive,
Colourfully gay and in full spirits.

Falgun is coming,
The birds have started chirping,
Singing joyfully,
Simul and palash trees have started blooming
And the bird notes raking the forest tracts
With the intermittent whistling and bird song.