GRISHMA PARVA

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CANTO: SUMMER

"The furious sun is ablaze. 

One longs for the moon. 

The pools of limpid waters

Invite a dip evermore. 

The twilight hours are charming

When the day dies down. 

And Cupid, churner of the mind, is weary. 

This, my love, is the advent of full Summer"

Ritusamhara, Kalidasa

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