When the jaruls hang by
In the months of Chaitra and Baisakh
Bearing the brunt of heat and summer,
My heart leaps up in
Marking them in full aura
Even in hot summer
When the days are so hot and humid,
When it blows the loo
And the heat scorches it all
Even during that time
The jaruls hang by
Showing amethyst stone colours
And so lovely and charming to look at.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem