It Birds Poem by Prativa Dey

Bad colors in the wind Dusty gray clouds Then play the light Look no more Everywhere the birds are again Flying sky It looks great to see such beauty. The wave plays in the rice paddy The new crop is called fruit Again on the side of the pond Padma bursts into groups. Padmapa in the air It's so nice to rain Feel like a small emerald. Look noon Rail cars are racing Cow car doorman Hey hey He continued with a stick.
Light play Look no more Everywhere the birds are again Flying sky It looks great to see such beauty. The wave plays in the rice paddy The new crop is called fruit Again on the side of the pond Padma bursts into groups. Padmapa in the air It's so nice to rain Feel like a small emerald. Look noon Rail cars are racing Cow car doorman Hey hey He continued with a stick. Pond lends The girls run away. Cultivating vegetables on two sides No such language This is our Bengali country Expect our pride.