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Wow! Vasant Has Come by GRK Murty

Wow! Vasant Has Come by GRK Murty

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Wow! Vasant Has Come by GRK Murty, Tags: Vasant, Spring, Romanticism, Moonlit Nights, Summer Holidays, Kids, Mango, Koyel, Jasmine.
Wow! Vasant Has Come by GRK Murty, Tags: Vasant, Spring, Romanticism, Moonlit Nights, Summer Holidays, Kids, Mango, Koyel, Jasmine.

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Published by: GRK Murty on Apr 11, 2011
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has come
GRK Murty
Vasantgaliki Valape rega
… breeze of spring evoking
a longing for the
beloved…. Wow!
vasantam vachhesindi 
spring has arrived! There is acertain something about
: its mornings are different. There thechirping birds welcoming the Sun as he rises from the bowl of darknesson the eastern horizon. Joining them are
the peepul’s giggling leaves—
leaves that have just sprouted
… fluttering like the wings of parrots in
the morning breeze
 April mornings are wholesome and serene. The sky looks clear and pureblue. It is surreal beauty at its splendor.
Vasant gali 
cool breezeblowing in circles from the south laden with the mist through thefluttering and dancing young lush green mango leaves, incensed by thewandering
kuhoo kuhoo
songs of 
in the
Hindola raga
thehumming of bees that drank the honey from
flowers to theirfullest content
… the innumerable beauties of the
sway the
mankind, clears the cobwebs of yesterdays, and makes one’s mind so
sharp and clear that snatches of poetry memorized in childhood comeflooding. I
t simply plants “conical trees / of new hopes and aspirations”
in even the bleeding hearts of people
blowing through the unkempt hair of the young
… it—
the air that blew over the jasmine flowers
juggles mischievous new
ideas in their minds. Indeed, April is the month of youth: having beenfreed from the grind of classes, lessons, teachers, homework,examinations, and having thrown the books onto the attic, children areat their boisterous best in their restless search for fun and frolicking.They crave for outings to dance in wild glee
to run amok in gay
In droves, run into mango orchards … one group, encircling the
,the watchman, cleverly engages him in innocent co
nversations …
having side-tracked his attention, some from the other group throw
stones at mango trees … climb the trees … stealthily pluck the rawmangoes … run to bamboo bushes, hiding behind them … cut the
mangoes, season them with salt and green pepper
… enjoy the bitewith the fellow brat … enjoy the whole game to its hilt.
 At the multitude of colors of the
, no wonder even if thegrownups suddenly turn young, are reminded of their youth
slip into
nostalgia … and even join
humming their old
favorites …
ninna leni andamedo thongichuche nenduko
the beauty that was not there yesterday has peeped in today forreason unknown
where were all these beauties all these days?

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