Monsoon Come To Be The Song Poem by Prativa Dey

Monsoon came to be the song *** What kind of song did you take down the rain? Rim relaxing rim relaxing sings Top hats Top hats are pouring day and night. From the coals of black clouds drop down By the name of the shower. Divanishi Vasi Vasi Rasita is in the water Let's see how many pictures are read so that the song becomes a song The turn of the tree and the glimpse of hundreds of storms Carrying the sound of the music floating in the stream Dory goes to the coast The color of the peacock showed the color of the peacock The path of the song lifts the waves in the water. The streams of music come down as songs Droplets in the drift The mind is dancing madly The income is barely income to catch a song
How many live songs Singing in the field, naw pulpabe live Everyone goes to the festival Acne prana dhaya Guy sings with a breeze to get closer The song is Vaslow Pran Waking up and meditating Hoooool, hoarse Songs and songs bear fruit There is a new song, in the deep sky The cloud camp has collapsed The unstoppable pace has come, as the soldier has come down to war, bringing with it new rains of deluge. The song will spread in the air in the sky Whirls, who sings, who sings It can be heard from the sky.