Vasant's Mahotshav

Vasant's Mahotshav, we re celebrating it, Taking the clue from The mild breeze of it blowing, The playful wind of it swirling with Dust and leaves, Pale leaves fluttering and falling in the woods, Many trees flowering but leaflessly And the birds singing their sweetest notes, The forest tract seemingly colourful Taking the canvas away from And we too wishing it not let it go The Great Festival of Spring When the Falguni winds keep ruffling and rattling it all Against the shades of cool and shade With the change in time and season Presenting the panorama in a new way And if this can be the handiwork of Nature In letting our fancy and imagination catch Our sweetest dreams of joy and colour!