SPRING It is the month decorated with flowers, Everywhere are colours, Everyone is delighted in their feelings, All these things are reflected through face[HOLI], All persons are engulfed in ecstasy, This is nothing, But spring
SPRING It is the month decorated with flowers, Everywhere are colours, Everyone is delighted in their feelings, All these things are reflected through face[HOLI], All persons are engulfed in ecstasy, This is nothing, But spring