Rises
A great ghost!
As my grandpa
Called it!
The broken ghost
Like the
Dullness
Of black pottery
Are it's weights!
O there the puffs
Of mighty
Nature blow
O I wonder
What is next!
I feel flowing
With the wind
In a moment
Drops pour
Torrentially
Till they satiate me
O it takes
Just a few moments!
O it arrives!
This is my
Kalbaisakhi
Local rainfall at the arrival of summer in eastern India! Really scintillating!
#kalbaisakhi #bengal #arrival #summer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful expression on Kalbaisakhi, rain with wind in summer in eastern India. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you sir! You really inspire me!