Heaven has just sprinkled green,
Wonder, if nature had ever been
Painted so monotonously!
Paddy, paddy everywhere, He says generously,
The greenish sweep sways,
Guess what the sun says?
Shy-eyed from that cloud’s corner above,
Green-girdled maiden gives naughty shove.
And the clouds roam;
The love separating dome,
Prevent the full eye’s glee,
Lover lost; his damsel on the flee.
Softly, softly comes the breeze,
So that time may not seize
The beauty gone motionless,
Nimbly flutters her dress.
Farmers paying tribute to Goddess green,
Remove wrong colours from the scene,
The devotees with painter’s precision,
Go on working, working with a vision.
She, meanwhile, gallops across fields,
Giggling and air-heeled,
The virgin in its full bloom,
Would-be-mother, many fates lie in thy womb.
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