Poem – Rain Song
Poem
Rain Song
– Ashish Kumer Banik
Rain comes in the clouds
By blowing away the thunderbolts.
The sun burns with its heat –
to spread its soft glow.
Rain comes with the happiness of creation –
To awaken nature in a new form.
In evergreen vitality –
To bestow the beauty of a tender soul.
In the fertile seeds of the grain fields –
by chanting the divine mantra.
th the scent of water permeating body –
in thunderous action and meditation.
Rain comes in all directions
in form and colour and flavour.
In the changing seasons –
this is the call for perfection in Bengal.
āĻāĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž
āĻāώāĻžā§ āĻā§āϤāĻŋ
āĻāĻļā§āώ āĻā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŖāĻŋāĻ
āĻāώāĻžā§ āĻāϏ⧠āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻŽā§āĻā§ –
āĻŦāĻā§āϰ āĻā§āϤāύ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻŋā§ā§āĨ¤
āϰā§āĻĻā§āϰ āϤāĻžāĻĒā§āϰ āĻĻāĻšāύ āĻā§āĻŦāĻžāϞāĻžā§
āϏā§āύāĻŋāĻā§āϧ āĻĻā§āϝā§āϤāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϞāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĨ¤
āĻāώāĻžā§ āĻāϏ⧠āϏā§āώā§āĻāĻŋ āϏā§āĻā§āϰ –
āύāĻŦāϰā§āĻĒā§ āĻŦāĻžāĻŖ āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāϤā§āĨ¤
āĻāĻŋāϰāϏāĻŦā§āĻ āϏāĻā§āĻŦāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ
āĻā§āĻŽāϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻŖā§āϰ āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϤā§āĨ¤
āĻļāϏā§āϝ āĻā§āώā§āϤā§āϰ āĻĒā§āώā§āĻ āĻŦā§āĻā§
āĻĻāĻŋāĻŦā§āϝāĻž āĻŽāύā§āϤā§āϰ āĻāĻā§āĻāĻžāϰāĻŖā§āĨ¤
āĻ
āĻā§āĻ āĻā§ā§ā§ āĻāϞā§āϰ āϤāĻŋāϞāĻ –
āĻŦāĻā§āϰāĻāĻ āĻŋāύ āĻāϰā§āĻŽ āϧā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĨ¤
āĻāώāĻžā§ āĻāϏ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāĻ-āĻĻāĻŋāĻāύā§āϤā§
āϰā§āĻĒā§ āϰāϏ⧠āĻŦāϰā§āĻŖā§ āĻŦāϰā§āĻŖā§āĨ¤
āĻāϤā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāϞāĻžā§ āĻâ āĻŦāĻžāĻāϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ
āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖāϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻšāĻŦā§āĻŦāĻžāύā§āĨ¤
