Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay Poems

How hast thou lost, O month of honey and flowers,
The voice that was thy soul! Creative showers,
The cuckoo's daylong cry and moan of bees,
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I show gratitude to thee, Mother,
richly-watered, richly-fruited,
cool with the winds of the south,
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Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
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"Mother, hail!
Thou with sweet spring flowing,
Thou fair fruits bestowing,
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