Rain's Father And Mother By Dwip Sarkar Poem by Dwip Sarkar

The clouds are rich father of rain in the debt of the sky

In the rain of the father the lands are green mothers
If father and mother have intercourse-
Green grass and foliage grows on the chest of the ground,

The sky is like an umbrella over the head
The sunlite are cling in the sky
Arranging polao korma of rains in the house of clouds

Boishakh actually turns around once a year

The people of the world are like shadow eater hyenas
Getting chanche they become hyenas
When they gets a chance, they becomes a bird
and jumps over the clouds