Awoke all sleeping songs as drowsy coos
on first morning of Chaitra month
as ruffled plume the somnolent cuckoos
and cleared their throats off milky moon-ray-froth
they swilled nightlong sitting on bough cradles
with nascent peppery Sunbeam and dew,
to try again their patent madrigals.
A branch topmost, taking a distant view
had cried, ‘There comes our Lord, behold you all,
our Lord there comes, behold you all! ‘
The naked trees felt embarrassed,
the dashing brat bunnies had stopped, embraced
silence and gazed at far horizons long.
The koels raised their voices with twang
and speeded up cadence as if possessed;
the wild peacocks had danced and serpents hissed.
With buzz of butterflies and speed of fawn,
on parrot chariot with sugarcane
longbow and floral darts from cosmic lane
ushered in through the gauzy mists of dawn
the Lord of Spring, followed by flocks of swans
spraying a riot of hues from red to blue
yellow to green on dried up milieu.
Moments just passed; the naked trees were seen
wearing a green attire, with vivid beads
of blooms like gem-studded patterns with sheen.
The fauna roused by nectarous mead
had started lickerish gambols on green
tussock and sward running through bouncy weed.
Shied, lovely Earth as smiled the yonder beau;
the dales and mountains buoyed with wild gusto;
the brines and rivers swung with brimming flow,
the trees waggled their heads joining the show
as stars and planets laughed from skies aglow,
The nature hailed aloud, ‘Spring time ahoy!
Arrived Vasantha lo, there He’s, presto!
Allegro, allegro, allegro!