Lets celebrate Spring
Lets celebrate Spring
Friends! Not seeing the rhymes of the composition, look at its rhythm, it is a rhythmic composition in the discipline of eight, sixteen and thirty-two meters. Enjoy and be blessed.
Understand that spring is at the door
The shade of the misty fog, flying in the welcome of Rashmirathi coming from the east, when the clouds of the sky chirping, the utterances of the lines themselves start changing their meaning and multi-colored butterflies flutter and hover over the flowers, when the cuckoos break the silence and sing in Amrai and the echoing melody of Madhukar. When the cymbals were played, the main ones started ringing. The manjires got up like the sound of crickets, got up sitting like a tablachi, gutur goon, every pigeon, peahen, looked proud, seeing the dance of peacock, Mahua in the garden said intoxicatingly, Tesu's red ruddy face is free, the greenery of the land is completely new, Sushma is spreading Kadli pirai mustard flowers. Hugging the latikas wrapped with vitpo taking angai in the fields. You seem to be kissing, kissing on kiss.Understand that spring is at the door.When in the middle of the dense forests, in the courtyard of the hermitage covered with cow dung, the smoke rising from the sacrifices of the saints, in the Havan made of pure linen made of ghee, when the wind blows slowly, spreading the enthusiasm of the young youth. When the queens who spread the fragrance of colorful flowers seem to be smilingLet the intoxicating dance of Jhatka make you nauseous, the buds blossom to blossom, beauty becomes your own beauty, every sight and awe, seeing the beautiful creation, Vivek wakes up by writing a review of every article. Cleanliness seems to be overflowing, rivers seem to be wild like the branches of Amrai, rivers seem to be agricultural, understand that spring is at the door.
Said the sky, every breath, when the situation of the direction is tight, there is a condition of the direction, the intoxication of the body remains speechless, when without saying adaa, all the signals become vocal, the desires become the peak, every side is knuckle to tip. Eager to create the same vision of beauty in Basanti color, the eunuchs sing a new creationIn every way, unique lasatis, flaunting, hypnotizing ballers, in the unimaginable youth, hang the fringes, when the lips are tight, the hesitation, the confusion, the confusion, they seem to have come to the house, the streets seem to be intoxicated, the blood-stained buds are curious about the excitement. Something fu. Lethargic eyes wake you up with joy, you look like you are tired, understand that spring is at the door. Lukewarm sunshine, cool breeze, the mind is happy, but half-impatient, happiness, some sorrowful Pitabh, the threads of the Pallavas fall on the earth, the sweet sweetness prevails; Piya piya sings cuckoo cook cookBirhini's mind got up in the mind of the heart, the heart has gone bluntly blunt I am like water fairies dressed in basanti chunris, madmati come without cutters.
Married girls and beauties are afraid of social fear, afraid to go away from their lover, they seem lazy, they seem lost, they bow their heads, they seem shy, understand that spring is at the door.