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vasant

Spring is the season when we must go out and live maximum time with mother nature. Go plan jungle trips. Spend mornings @ Gardens. Plan Tirth yatra(s). Sing the songs of bravery, songs of love for nature. Play. Simply play. With your beloved ones. Kids. With mother nature. Go, play.
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Let’s go and play dear friend; leave aside the churning of curds!
For spring has arrived, forest creepers have blossomed,
Cuckoos sing happily among kadamb trees, mango trees have bloomed
And hanging around every flower are the mischievous bees!
Let’s go and play dear friend; leave aside the churning of curds!

Wear these ornaments and necklaces, elephant-gaited one!
How many times to tell you to get started!
We’ll kiss the nectarous mouth of our admirer, embrace him, and gambol
Leaving aside all our coyness and shame!
Let’s go and play dear friend; leave aside the churning of curds!

We’ll capture Hari with love and clasp his joy to our heart
He will run holding our hands with love!
Narsinh too is lost in the ecstasy of revelry
And the days we have lost will return!
Let’s go and play dear friend; leave aside the churning of curds!

– Narsingh Mehta (Gujarati poet and Bhkt)

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