Vasant's Mahotshav Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Vasant's Mahotshav, we re celebrating it,
Taking the clue from
The mild breeze of it blowing,
The playful wind of it swirling with
Dust and leaves,
Pale leaves fluttering and falling in the woods,
Many trees flowering but leaflessly
And the birds singing their sweetest notes,
The forest tract seemingly colourful
Taking the canvas away from
And we too wishing it not let it go
The Great Festival of Spring
When the Falguni winds keep ruffling and rattling it all
Against the shades of cool and shade
With the change in time and season
Presenting the panorama in a new way
And if this can be the handiwork of Nature
In letting our fancy and imagination catch
Our sweetest dreams of joy and colour!