Friday, April 13, 2012


At the advent of Spring
My mind is restless,
My heart wants to dance,
I hear the soul-Stirring songs of Bihu,
far in the distance dales.

The rhythm of throbbing dhol and pepa,
The blue sky,the glassy jamun tree,
The tantalizing fragrance of kapau phool,
The soft muga-reha,
The songs of love and laughter,
Joy and exuberance all around,
The life looks beautiful and fresh.

Bright is the blue bird's wing,
It's joyous to hear the koel sing,
Spring is like a playful dove,
where there is music in words and sound,
Blooming flowers everywhere,
Nature nurtures,it's bountiful,
It's pure as earth's sweet beginning.