The Winter Is Going Away Poem by dipak adhya

The winter is going away slowly
The sun is transformed into a reddish tip
The cloudless sky has stuck it on her forehead
And the little breeze
Is yet to forget its passion for coldness
Does not find on its way

The winter is going away slowly
Having left the naked trees...
Paddy fields have given away all its treasure
To the reapers who are more busy to take home them
Look, Nabanna is approaching joyously

The winter is going away slowly
Like a yellow saaree the mustard fields
Are bloomed and its beauty
Is too spicy to breath for long
The bees are humming
The sparrow and other birds are much busy
And I can't move my eyes
Not to want leave the place of beauty

In our village the mango trees
Are covered woth bouls
The palash will follow her soon
Then I must not keep myself in captivity in doors
I'll go out to enjoy the spring with many more.