A tug of war going on, between sun and clouds,
Earth in a fizz, who will won? ? ?
buffaloes looking in the sky,
as if predicting the moment of rain.
Clouds wearing different forms,
in a fantasy my mind gone!
some look like armada, some
here comes a warrior on its horse,
to perform some rivalry...
Here announced the victory of clouds,
peacocks dancing, spreading its plume.....
azure sky turned grey,
victorious clouds burst with tears of joy.
Raindrops spattered on maidens cheek,
enlivening her, a sigh of relief!
children shouting with thrill,
watching their paper boats....
sailing across the street.
girls in a sojourn, recalling the moments,
spend with lover.
Earth is merry in her green clad......
white cotten as a veil,
rolling down green mountains,
like a bride she feel,
wearing a crown of rainbow.
ripples of joy in everyone flow.
birds singing sprightly, bright and breezy...
driven the lovers crazy.
The auspicious month of AUGUST,
with aseason called SHRAWANA....
holy saints in their saffron attire,
with ovation, hymns, chants and ringing of bells,
devotees of SHIVA, endulging in kaavad yaatra,
pleasing their lord.
such is the season, wrought with
sensuality and spirituality......
inviting us to celeberate the
gaiety! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem