What is this season where
the heart blooms, like a flower
Colour spreading, everywhere
New fragrances fill the air
The moon, clouds, rivers all
a new monsoon seem to call
The grass looks shining, dewed
everything with our love is hued
Look, by the side of that stream
a bird calls the mate of its dream
The river which we there did see
is going, with the sea, to be
This tale of love, is wondrous you find,
It always leaves a happiness behind
This journey of love, is forever sweet,
'Live happily', it always repeats.
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