Vasanta

a poem by Gummadapu Narasimha Rao

Vasanta, first season of Indian New Year
Blend of March-April, with Spring dear,
Chaitra and Vaisakha, art Indian months
All live in good faiths
Lucid climate plunges in glee of splendid
Elated ante summer sun is anti too sordid,
Normal radiation, delights whole country
Threshold summer entry,
Rivers slowly recede, expose sand white
Ice melts and mount peaks, appear bright.

Peasants art busy to reap auxiliary crops
Granaries glut, leaving field straw heaps,
Barren lands harvest the ancillary grains
Young leaves of rains,
Nightingale tunes fine eating folio tender
Fresh fruits, flush out from buds slender,
Peasants toil untiring, under benign Sun
Nature beauty a fun,
Crimson leaves turn to green for starches
Ripen crop fields glitters as gold patches.

The spell of first span draws good future
Blessed spell of alliance the best feature,
Pleasant period gifts cute peasant welfare
Fulfills yearns rare,
Elders celebrate marriages with jubilation
Cattle send to fertile places for protection,
Migrated birds return their natives happily
Wild beasts hide slyly,
Taughts study well to public examinations
Flora, provides to Fauna pretty habitations.