Have you heard the drum taps, drum beats of Phalgun
Knocking at the door in the country,
Swirling dead and dry leaves,
Marked by their flutter and fall in Nature's woods
Whose canopy lies it bedecked with a green foliage
Of newly tender buds and flowers blooming
With a strange scent emitting from blossoms and shrubs?
Have you Phalgun singing the songs of Vasant Utsav,
Spring Festival with the troupe of folk singers
Singing in the hamlet homes of the country,
Phalgun malhar so full of colour and festivity,
Dry leaves fluttering and falling in the forest tract,
Winds so playful swirling dust and leaves somewhere,
Cuckoos cooing sweetly from the shades and the days getting longer and hotter?
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