Blurt Flower In The Sky

Bengali is my favorite of all seasons. Autumn is a little different. We find an extraordinary similarity of nature in the weather of the autumn sky with the sky of human mind. Black clouds or blue sky, this sunshine or the rain in the breeze to dance to the beat of my favorite. When the icy cold wind of the arrival of autumn blows over the vast kashabana, he wants to run freely with both hands holding the flower of kashful. When the combination of blue and white clouds in the sky overflows with the rhythm of the blue waves, the cool air plays with the gentle rhythm of the cashew flowers.
I look at this scene unnoticed. I saw the village. I saw the boat barrier ferry of Bhadra month of Chilai river. Atibadha is a boat loaded with sugarcane. Cashews flowing along the river and autumn green paddy fields in the afternoon sunshine and waves of cashews in the frosty wind. I saw the boys and girls of the village running in the forest. I saw their joy. I have not forgotten the scene of two cashews falling on their heads as they are running freely. This beauty of autumn is for everyone. Adolescents want to run away from the four walls with joy. Kashful wants to merge with the genuine smile of the forest. This smile is priceless, like the love of a loved one.

I rejoice in the sweet smell of autumn nature. I also like to enjoy the sound of drizzle on the verandah. Innumerable hyacinth flowers fall in this rain. Raising her hand and kissing the rain, the scene of a teenager picking flowers with her bare hands is amazing. The immaculate-beautiful-fragrant hyacinths of autumn are for everyone. Khopay guje nio he priyatma, guje diyo he priyatma. May a bunch of cashew flowers be thrilled by mixing infinite love in holy hands.
Thanks