The reddish-reddish,
Ornate and clustered blossoms
Of palash
Hanging by
In and around
The hills,
The hilly ranges of
Santhal Parganas
With the hamlets and thorps
In the midst of
In and around the place,
The vast stretch of the plateau land
With the hills dark and clustered
Around, impregnable
And the cuckoos cooing from
In late Magh and Phalgun
And early Chaitra,
Breaking the notes,
So melodiously
From the clusters of wild
Palash blossoms
Lying leaflessly,
But decorated with
The hanging and florid blossoms,
Darkly punched
At the stem end,
But beautifully florid and ornate
Overshining the gulmohars,
But leaflessly standing like the simul gtrees
Without the vultures now-a-days.
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