PHULERADOJ
[ A FESTIVAL OF FLOWERS BEFORE HOLI]
Fragrance fainting us,
Atmosphere of love all around,
Young girls, small kids,
wandering in search of flowers,
flowers of every colours amidst fields,
Placing those in baskets,
they are spreading nature,
in every nook and corner,
of the village,
Dancing and chanting
in full moon,
Each and every,
Is merry
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