trishnar shanti shundor kanti
Your beautiful.. arrival..marks..
The refreshing end.. to all thirst..
Comforting the heat.. of the earth..
Painting the ground and horizon..
With merciful.. cooling blends of green..
Your countenance.. is like a heroic..warrior..
Lightening flashing out.. like a sword.. of armor..
Gently spreading shades.. your canopy..
Across the Tamal forests.. in deep blue hues..
The resonance of crickets.. and the fragrance of Maloti blossoms..
Putting to rest.. the hum.. of the restive bees.. of spring..
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