(A poem on Spring season and Holi festival)
-Rachit Bhavsar
Never seen so splendid form,
Of Mother Earth so dear,
Cold winds fade with the glittering sun rays,
As prime approaches near,
Trees which wore a deserted look,
Shine green with soft gentle leaves,
Grasslands which seemed pale and dry,
Vibrant with pasture evergreen.
Chirp of birds heard far and wide,
A spellbound music sublime,
Flowers blossoming in entire cast,
Perfurmed scent spreading all around.
Environment 's joy knows no bounds,
Festival of colours within reach,
Old young all in sublime gay,
Come together let's celebrate,
Forgetting every difference and hate.
Brook so serene and calm,
Swash of its aqua a pleasant sight,
The yellow awesome falling sunshine,
Twinkles brilliantly from the skies.
Humming tone of the silent bees,
Announce the entry of the seedtime,
Tillers off to meadows with immense delight,
Await to cropping coming to a close.
Cows grazing the sweet fresh hay,
Gorgeous peacock expanding its bountiful wings,
No words match nature's spectacle divine.
O immortal creator! ,
Thank and prayers for your benevolence so sublime,
For if nature has so much to offer,
O Mankind! Is it not for us to think?
What man has made of man?
