Vasant Panchami is the festival of Spring celebrating the flowering of Mustard fields, the beginning of harvesting season. Girls dye their scarves yellow, apply Henna on their hands, sing and play on the swings.
Spring, the King of SeasonsI
Earth is getting closer to the sun,
Spring is in the air!
Vasant, the Spring,
Rituraj, the king of all seasons,
Is striding confidently ahead,
Filling the morning air with
The faint fragrance of Mango- blossoms.
Flowers soon will bear fruits,
Fruits will ripen, spread their seeds,
New plants will begin to sprout,
Raise their pretty heads from ground
Daintily sway with the wind
Grow to become majestic trees...
The hoar frost in the early morn
Will be replaced by tender dew,
Dew will evaporate to give way
To warm vapour of sunny spring.
Golden yellow mustard flowers,
Harbingers of graceful spring,
Are beginning to fill the fields
A heady feeling to none akin...
Earth is pregnant with new offspring!!!
Birds, who sat warm on their eggs
Protecting from harsh winter winds
Have begun to hatch fledglings.
Mother bird hops about the garden,
Gathering nectar from the flowers
Feeding her young with ardent care.
Soon the birds'll fly off their nests
Begin a fresh new life ahead
Life beckons them in its fold...
Spring, the season of creation,
Of gathering knowledge at
The feet of the Goddess
Saraswati, of arts and aesthetics,
Is here to enthralls the hearts,
To fill the soul with renewed spirit...
'Spring! Spring! It's time to love!'
To invigorate, to recreate!
'Spring! Spring! It's time to live!'
Author: Zoya Zaidi
24.01.2007 Vasant Panchami
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Quote: "Spring! Spring! Its time to Love!"
*Rituraj- the King of seasons
*Saraswati- the goddess of knowledge, arts and aesthetics, is also the goddess of spring in Indian mythology
Photo: 'Girl in Mustard Fields' by and ©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2007-03-16 at 18:22
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