That song of the poet, spring has come, this song is as good as winter, so is the beauty of rural Bengal, then the beauty of Apur comes out right now, now that the sun makes it hot, then I go after wailing for that sun, the clouds When I wake up in the morning and go out on the road, I feel as if I am in the land of clouds, fog all around, I feel as if I am walking on the clouds, the juice of the seductive white palm is like nectar. Then in the morning the mind is refreshed from playing all day, if it is a little while in the sun sitting with the palm molasses patali can not be expressed in a funny language, again at the same time the boys and girls of the village play various games, since then the paddy is harvested so the field As we turned into various play and chat places inside, we felt the warmth of the fire, as if we had a deep relationship with the fire, the flowers all around filled us, the smell of Samalika flowers filled all around, the little boy Miera made garlands with them. They also play various games, what kind of vegetables are available I would say that at that time, again at that time I went around after eating cakes and dhum, various kinds of bahari cakes of different positions, when I saw it, my mouth watered, nature became beautiful and its majesty was beautiful, it felt very good at that time.
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