Hot Fair In Cold, Foggy Morning Wintry Madrigal Poem by Muzahidul Reza
Hot Fair In Cold, Foggy Morning Wintry Madrigal
Hot Fair In Cold, Foggy Morning Wintry Madrigal
December 22, 2020
From up to down snow, mist, fog fall nightlong
Sweet date juice fills pots from trees hanging on
The tree climbers collect those in the morn;
The villagers wait for that tasty juice
To make homemade cakes the women use
Syrup soaked cakes are sweet dish to the folks
Age after age the village folks have these;
Lots of guests are invited in the feast
A golden ceremony they call it
A big fireplace set in the morning air
Plates full of cakes before all sit around fire
Amusements speedily go while eating
A hot fair sits in cold, foggy morning.
The villagers wait for that tasty juice To make homemade cakes the women use Syrup soaked cakes are sweet dish to the folks Age after age the village folks have these; so truly penned
Yes, it is indeed a ceremonial madrigal, in our country this ceremony goes through out the winter season, i love this ceremony
Ceremonial poem, extraordinarily written, loved this ceremony in this cool season
Amusements speedily go while eating A hot fair sits in cold, foggy morning. great writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 7:02:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Date's sweet juice and Homemade cake~ it's I smell the scent of the cake through the foggy morning