How does Phalgun
Hurling
Coloured water and powder,
Colouring the landscape,
The panorama of Nature,
Adding to its beauty
Renewing with colour combination?
How does the wind keep rustling,
Hurtling the leaves,
Pale leaves fluttering to fall,
The wind so full of whiff and wisp
Taking it far the redolence
Coming from the arbour and orchard?
N.B. Vasant Mahotshav and Falgun really keep firing our imagination and not only Nature wears a new look, but man too not lags it behind in commemorating the change in time and season. It is Holi. In the country the folks keep singing about Falgun and colouring of mood and his sense of festivity.The village boys and girls if unable to buy colour dyes, they fling mud on one another and hurl ashes. Somewhere it is mud for one day while the other for coloured water and coloured powder to smear with.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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