Love's splendor

(2478)  Raunin phagun praner agun

March multicolored, life's fire
It did bring in jungle after jungle,
In forest after forest.
Dormant writing upon leaves,
By its allure it wakened.

Flower smiles, black-bee chants;
On air today color's been dabbed.
Rent hope discovered language
By the tie of fondness.

Not a bit is left to reap;
To Thee I call wholeheartedly.
Having approached, smiling You sit,
A heady scent in this garden.

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