poush toder dak diyechhe - The Harvesting Joy
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 24, 2016
- 1 min read
poush calls you – come in gaiety
His basket is full of harvest – oh, joy is in the air.
The wind makes the farm girls gay in the paddy fields
The earth basks under the golden sunshine – oh, joy is in the air.
The sky is happy listening to the flute of the meadow
Who stays indoors, open your doors, open -
The laughter of light sparkles on the dewdrops on paddy husks
The delight of the world cannot be contained - oh, joy is in the air.
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