My poetry :The village of Dhan Shalik

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One day Nabanna festival in the village of Dhan Shalik
Celebrate the decent joy of the girls of the village
The heavenly fragrance of Puli on the back of the mind
The world is suddenly caught and revived.
The frost of the winter merges with the air
I am one of the vast endless endeavors today
The pomp of Park Street is accepting the rate in simplicity
The people of the village do not have any poisonous time.

I remember how many memories of the arrival of that rain
On the land to deliver the farmer's food
A few drops falling with molasses rice smeared on the plate
What a wonderful day that was.

Every day my desires wake up in the sunlight
I left the fake shell and came out in this eastern rage.

𝐻𝒜𝒱𝐸 𝒜 𝒩𝐼𝒞𝐸 𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒜𝑀