Saturday, February 26, 2022

Winter's bypass

(2187)  Hemante mor phulavane

At my flower garden, in prewinter season,[1]
Only the spring tidings came;
Oh they came, they came, they came.
On humming of the bumblebee,
Nectar did get stowed away.

Frost-drenched plants aplenty,
They rose up swaying in fresh leaf.
The psychic peacock, fantail spreading,
With a dance it was engaged.

On withered bough a bud appeared,
Yellowish branch became green.
On lethargy was vernal breeze;
New music-mode, out it rang.

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