Summer Flows This Way Poem by Ronjoy Brahma

White and black clouds on blue sky
And to be the rain around,
Flowers flowering greenish yellow and red color
The nature is beautiful, and everything of nature.
River flow from Bhutan hills in our village
Birds sing sweetly and dancing on trees,
Farmers go to harvest, in the land of agriculture
Go to the womens to give rice.
Servants and farmers make the border
Womens caught fish by jekhai on the river,
The cricket sing afternoon and evening
Halzangkhra would be in the land of agriculture.
The girls go to take bath on river
To take a smiling on thier lips,
Go to pluck vegetables at the banks of river
The proggies provoke to them.
See the himalaya mountain by stretching legs
Fishes are happiness and flock of the heron,
The world is youth in this season
Beautiful and be the form of dark green.