Md. Abdul Mannan Yaqubi
The horizon is fiercely heated by,
The laughing sun that reigns in the vast sky.
The vast field in the sun looks deserted
And the houses are estreamly heated.
Gangers, beasts and birds afflicting with thirst,
Feel a burning sensation in the hrart.
Canals, lakes, ponds and the soil everywhere,
Cry and pray only for getting water.
The sun becomes too hot for men to bear,
So, they sit under the tree to take air.
The crops in the fields burn into ashes,
And it leads all the farmres to distress.
The fatal diseases bresk out open
And cause suffering and dead to men.
During drought men offer to God something,
And also pray to God for rain's coming.
Sometime in Bengal, the wild nor wester,
Comes and dances with destructive power.
With his whimsical dance, he damages,
Crops, trees, forests and the old cottages.
All decrepit things are vanished away,
From the surface of the earth by his play.
He wears black Sari for dance macabre,
And it covers the bright light of nature.
He plays with lightning and thunder mirthly.
And takes away some fresh lived suddenly.
Like a rebellious man he takes the lead,
And makes the old youth to move in full speed.
Thus the new rouse with new insfiration,
And decorate the country and nation.
Folk songs are sung in the village at night,
And women gossip in yards at moonlight.
The open places after the evening,
Remain busy with people's gossiping.
The fair and restlimg are helld everywhere
And traders open their fresh accounts with cheer.
In the village, kite in the blu sky fly,
And their different colour ornate the sky.
Sonalu, juni, krishnachura, beli,
And casalpinia bloom so nicely.
Sweet fruits are hanged in trees in the orchards,
And they are bustled with the song of birds.
Mangoes, jackfruit, lichi and the melon
Make body and mind cool in this season.
The summer comes as a gift in Bengal,
Though its heat is, to us, unbearable.
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