When Phalgun Seems To Be Knocking At Door, Swirling Dry Leaves In The Forest Tract Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The days getting longer after winter,
Spring too giving away to,
The dry leaves fluttering and falling in the forest
And a new foliage of green leaves coming out,
Some still sprouting as buds,
A strange scent does it all
Carried by the playful wind
Swirling dust and dead leaves
And the woods wearing a new look
Colourful and dyed in colours,
Holi comes it as Vasant Mahotshav
To be celebrated as the Festival of Spring
Hurling coloured powder, water and mud.

N.B. The title too is a part of the poem.