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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lord Vishnu once blasé of the same old scene, Far too tame with His heavenly ease, Felt for a change from ‘oh been there and seen’, For one that exhilarates with fragrant breeze. Arbudanchal My Lord, sage Narad said, His constant devotee, seer versatile, The hilly spot soothes any tired head, And waiting ‘tis to welcome you with smile. But how would I find this new paradise? Look for a place bursting with spring flowers, Naught whatso like it anywhere else lies, Rich air wafts bliss from blossoming bowers. No one can miss that golden yellow hue, Aroma so rare on Earth’s floral world, And a long spring’s about to be unfurled, Once you reach there you'll need no other clue. And ye can't miss those trees towering tall, Glossy green leaves and ethereal fragrance, Nor miss hills’ pyramid-like sloping wall, Once there, enough is just one single glance. ……. Yea, not long back it was, in fairer times When earth nigh but rivalled the paradise, Old Arbudanchal, what immortal climes! Time when air was filled with life, man was wise. Today the green is struggling to grow, Hills bulldozed bare, brazen bald by progress, Bare little’s left now old glory to show, Save manicured greens garbed with tailored dress! And still enough hints of the old glory, Hope, it’d one day trace back times so hoary. Alas, we’re left with only thinning hope, How long would Nature give men longer rope? ______________________________________________________ Arbudanchal: The present day hill station called Mt. Abu in Rajasthan. I was there for ten days in late April to explore once gain its beauty after a long time of thirty years. The difference I found was stark. This piece narrates how this place had been the envy even of ones like abode of Vishnu. Reminiscing | 04.06.2008 | narrative
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