Our women are dancing river
When monsoon smiles
They dance with the waves
They sing like humming birds.
Our women are silver fish
Love the ocean to get lost
They whispers like rivers
When they fall in love.
Colour birds kiss
Lips of paddy sheap
When farm girls spread their wings
And the kingfishers garland them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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