The vernal breeze had arrived, it went on whispering:
You may come today...
Skies will stay blue, full of light this universe;
In floral dress nature will be arrayed.
No one will remain sad, faces will be gladdened;
Suffused with hope's light will rise every breast.
Having come amid all, smiling sweetly charismatic,
Oh the Herdsman-King, a flute will You play.
Hence, everyone we are ready to proclaim welcome;
A bugle sounds at all hours at mind's portal, at its door.
Please appear graciously and hold dear; hearts abrim,
We go on plying Your trade.
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Monday, August 18, 2025
Please come today
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