It is spring
April has arrived to lit the face with smile
The time for the ripening of Ravi crop and begin the festival
Baishakhi, Ram Navami innorth India to Bihu, Navabarsha in the east and pongal in south
Everywhere life sprouts itself
Like the green leaves in the foliage
The afternoons are aromatic with the fragrance of flowers
At times the showers
Spell a boon from the heaven
In the from of rain
Bless the earth in Siliguri where no AC or fan is required for the breeze blow gently
You and I here feel cozy
Nature is indeed bounteous
April is indeed courteous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem