আজি বর্ষারাতের শেষে
Aji borsha raater sheshe (audio: Debabrata Biswas)
The monsoon night
Culminates in a sparkling dawn
Sodden clouds
Dissolve their smoky kohl
With softened sun-streaks,
Iridescence crown the bamboo,
Colors trickle, ubiquitously.
The grass glistens, rustles,
Reverberating my vibes,
My vibrations.
I sense the soil's love,
The symphony of light.
I feel my blood rush with delight
My heart harmonize,
Laugh out, with the wilderness.
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