orey grihobashi khol dwar khol
O dweller at home, open the doors, there’s a swing in the air
Earth water woods swaying are they to the spring in the air
Open up, Open up the doors.
Bunches bursting with blushing smiles
Of Ashok and Palash flowers
Crimson passion mingled in the clouds of the morning sky
Waves of rouge stroking fresh verdant leaves
Open up, Open up the doors.
Forests of reed murmur in the wafts of southern winds
Butterflies flit about in the green grass
Bees roam entreating the flowers
Playing the veena of a beggar on their wings
Besotted is the breeze with fragrant myrtle bowers
Open up, Open up the doors.
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ReplyDeleteO you entwined in world full of chores
Do look up and unbraid your doors.
Do behold the fields, the oceans afore
And the forests as they are writhing encore.
Entreat you do I
Do unbrace your doors.
There lilt millions of radiant smiles
On countless Ashokas 'n Palashes,
There dab the clouds a toxic red romance
Spanning the early morning sky canvases,
There feel the youthful bounciness
Amongst the newly grown leaves.
Entreat you do I
Do unfold your doors.
There rustles the trees
In sweet southern breeze,
There quivers the butterflies
On grasses and on leaves.
There return the honey bees
From blossoms, they've tasted 'n teased
Their wings strumming up a deep hum
Like Veena, feeling unattached 'n carefree.
There blows a breeze in the valley of flowers
Oozing richly scented fragrance abound.
Entreat you do I
Do unfurl your doors.