Mud Smears To Come Poem by Ronjoy Brahma

Rain rain come come to speak
Swallow hasn't sang at the sky,
The Sun must warm summer cicada hasn't said;
Timber or Silk Cotton Tree to sit tightly.
Today weather is very nice
Come on mud smears,
Mud Bath we all in
Knee Calf in the rainy season's harvest in the land.
Shravan sky comes the rain
Pumpkin on scaffolding, dragon fly.
Here we are bathing
The mind of the filth back to wash the dirt.
Plough has beaten those farmer
Harrowing uneven, being equal
Paddy planted here to come
Transplanted the transplanted to smear mud coming out.