bajromanik diye gatha - The Thunder Cloud
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 24, 2016
- 1 min read
Ashard is your thunder studded necklace
Lightning glitters over your lush green embrace.
By your blessing stones melt, crops reap
Desert fetches flowers to your feet.
By the pouring rain on murmuring leaves,
In your celebration the rambling clouds greet.
On scorching earth green elixir showers life
Yet your left palm holds flood’s deathly strife.
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