Kalbaisakhi (The Norwester) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Kalbaisakhi, when come you, come you
As a whirlwind,
A cyclone under formation,
Working under pressure,
Blowing away heat wave and humidity
Give you relief,
But ruffling it all very dangerously,
I can see the clouds blackening,
The winds with the dust storms blowing
And playing with,
The trees shaking violently,
The force as such
That they bending,
Twisting and twisting,
Maybe it that they may be uprooted,
The tin roofs rattling,
The rains with the hard winds
Lashing against
And it's thundering.

Kalbaisakhi, you are the cyclonic storm
Of the Baisakh month
Of the Indian Hindu calendar,
That is from 15 April to 15 May,
But it continuing for more
Till the rainy days set in
And even in the hottest summertime of Jyestha,
I mean from 15 May to 15 June,
A harbinger of the cool no doubt,
But the evaporation is also essential
As for the cyclic order
Giving way to Aasadh, Shravana and Bhadra finally.