Photo competition “Beauty!”



Bengal's shadowy form,

A wonderful well of heavenly beauty.

Full of flowers and fruits and soil-air-water,

When you see these things, your mind is excited.

The eyes, chest and mind are connected to vision.

The open field is pure and pure,

Plants burn and die in the summer heat.

Dark clouds in the sky,

It started raining in torrents.

Golden gold rice in the field,

A smile bursts on the farmer's face.

In the magical sunbeams of Sarada,

The queen of the season of white clouds nests in the mind.



Durba's dew point shines like a diamond in Rabi's rays,

In the morning of Hemanta, Navanna falls in invitation.

Monastic winters in Magh are mild-dry-mild,

The empty-tired mind seeks the drink of Rituraj.

Flowers on the trees, calli on the flowers, beautiful on the ground;

The south wind and the call of the birds.

Anyone who saw this beauty was enthralled.




Thank you very much for reading my poem.