Often she decorates herself in such a way
All the words become trifle
Her beauty is changed time to time
Let us glance
And drink nature as a wine
Mohonpur at Hashnabad
Not far away from the District of Basirhat
There too Icchamati
Has stretched her two hands
She herself and Dansha, the rivers
With a deep carve
Have made a confluence
like 'Triveni Sangam'.
It was my first outing there
The roadside jungle was the replica
Of the Sundarbans
The brick fields, fish-hatchary
The lone way
And the setting sun
All were new to my eyes
And filled my thirst
Of beauty of nature.
Dusk was descending quickly
The reflection of the setting sun
Reminds me of your beauty
Before evening everyday -
She puts a tip of Sindur on her forehead
And I look her everytime
With a new look
With a new heart
And with a sublime spirit!
Nature has many colours and beauties and it appears in different moods and reminds us eternal truth and love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beauty of nature, let us glance