A VERNAL VERSE

Dushmant, the King, roamed

In the Uttarakhand jungles

Eras ago adorned himself

With the effulgences of the

Amorous Spring, the Season's

King.

The armours and quiverful

Arrows decorated the classic

King handing over a ivory bow

Guiding him in search of the

Wild beasts amid the blows

Of gentle aromatic breeze of

The Spring.

Amateur hunting arrow shot by

The King wounded a lovely deer 

Who was drenching her innocent eyes with tears started a life saving run into the woods with leaps and bounds, vanishing herself in the thickets.

The hunting maniac King was not A man of compromise but a challenger who followed the deer With passonate strides holding the trimmed up bow-set pointing towards the beast, but being desperately harassed, peeped here and there,being fatigued preferred slow steps beside the Jungly bushes.

Sudden appearance of a

Hermitage in the dense

Woods surprised the King

Making him curious to peep

Through the natural greens.

Sudden leap of a fawn wounded by

His arrow, out of the hermitage followed by a teen girl,the King with

A lifting of eyebrows at the sight of

Her embracing the wounded fawn in the

Courtyard replaced demonic cruelty displayed by the King 

With human empathy.

O my dear! What sin I committed

Please forgive me I didn't know it is

Your pet fawn! shouted by the king

With full submission while blushful

Pardoning speech came out of

The mouth of Shakuntala.

The Sun God was setting to the

Western horizon while hermit

Kanwa returned to his hermitage

And saw the king standing under

A tree with wonderful sights.

The King being welcomed

Stepped towards Shankuntala,

The fostered teen daughter of

Kanwa, and apologized to her

For his cruelty to the fauna.

Rishi melted himself after seeing

So humble humanly behaviour of

The King towards her daughter

And himself that shook the hearts

Of god-hoods.

The guest King Dushmant, then

Accepted the humble invite and

Made a month's halt in the nature's

Bed with favourable attendance of

Shakuntala and in complete

Oblivion of his royal duties that

Pineered into an extraordinary

Atmosphere full of romance.

By the by the courteous servitude

Of Kanwa and Shaku turned into

A familiar bond between a king &

Subjects which converted the

Teen into a certified love-queen

That was destined positively for

Establishment of an idealistic

Subcontinental empire in future.

Stay-hermitage period was over

Which deprived Dushmant, the

King, of the refreshing cordial

Abode amid the nature, reminding

Him as a duty bound ruler with

Simultaneous guidance for riding

The royal chariot.

Gradually growing the human bud

In the feminine garden of Shaku

Up to a handsome flower that wanted

A supporting gardner who had fled

To his original domain leaving back

The hermitary garden of bliss.

Time and tide waits for non.

This was not all all a fun.

The gardener forgot the garden

Losing his love, the flowery maiden.

The melancholic weeping of the

Flowery maiden echoed in the ears

The distant gardener made him

Flattened in the long run.

He came forward bearing in hand

The golden ring lost in the river &

Swallowed by a mermaid, recovered

Then for reviving of lost glory of his

Flower garden.

The gardener again peeped into

The courtyard of the Kanwa

Hermitage being enlightened by the

Sight of lion cub playing with a

Young lad, the Jasmine, the fragrant

Potential flower of the subcontinent,

His own blood, Bharat, the

Magnanimous Emperor of the future.

Repentance is the final atonement

After all which Omniscient reunited again the Powerful Gardener with his loving & long departed betterhalf and

The Jasmine like offspring amid the 

Idealistic environment of the Nature

Afterwards guiding them, Rishi Kanwa,

King Dushmant, Queen Shakuntala and

Prince Bharat, the Emperor who in due course of time, made his own motherland worthy of his name as BHARATBARSA.

O my dear Spring, really you are the

Ruller of the human heart and history-

Creator of the world.

You have dropped your footprints in

Subcontinent since the time

Immemorials viz. Scriptural age to

Mediaeval age to premodern age

Without without turning yourself

Aside.

O our dear Spring please never

Dishearten us ceasing your juvenile

Arrival here whatever may be the

Adversity of nature and teach us a Spiiritful living with peace all the while That we ever pray God.

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