Come, O Sajal, in the heavy rain
Come to this life with great green love.
Come and kiss the top of the hill, the land of paradise surrounded by shadows,
Come to life, O you deep roar.
In the midst of incessant rains, the enchanting form of the monsoon makes the nature of Bengal a fair of beauty. The variety of the monsoon is rocked in the poems written by Rabindranath Tagore.
The rainy season has come. The rain comes and the anklets are tingling. Poets write poems praising the rain. The thinking mind is anxious. Poet Rabindranath wrote- 'You have given the first step of the rainy day, I have come to give the song of Shravan / I have kept it in the dark in the shadow of the clouds, this is the first golden paddy of my melody field / If you bring it today, you may not give it tomorrow This song is in my Shravane Shravane, then in the flood of oblivion, the boat will come back, then the honor '. Rabithakur has kept himself alone with the scent of the form of rain. Wrote numerous poems and songs. The rain presented by Rabindranath still resonates among us today.
Rain is the traditional form of Bengal. Nature fills the sweet girl named Brishti with melody by singing Rimjhim songs. Playing jhumjhum anklet again fascinates our mind. In the rainy season, canals, beels, ponds, rivers and ponds are flooded. Plants and forests come back to life with green vitality. And how many types of flowers bloom in this monsoon. There is a wonderful view of the national flower shuffler of Bengal in the canal-bill. Shapla and Padma also go to spread the form.
Keya, Kamini, Hijal, Bakul, Jarul, Korbi and Sonalu are also seen blooming in the monsoon season. And how can I leave out Jasmine-Chameli. However, the main flower of the monsoon is Kadam. The sweet fragrance of the rain-soaked footsteps spreads all over nature in the wet air. Of course, this scene is more noticeable in rural Bengal.
In the rainy season, when all around gets wet, our mind also gets wet. At the behest of the silent blue, an unknown desire awoke in our souls. We become rainy in our minds. The variety of this season is different in cities and villages. In general, the beauty of the rain in the village is incomparable. Because there are vast plains, deserts, greenery and shrubs. As if to get fresh new life back. Various types of sports can be seen in the village around the rainy season.
For example, the main time to play kabaddi is in the rainy season. During the monsoon, the soil is wet and muddy. Today, perhaps, kabaddi is played artificially on the Astotarb field. But for ages, since the onset of the monsoon season in our village, young and old have come down to play kabaddi. Around the monsoon, several professions came alive again. The low lying lands which do not have water during the dry season are flooded with rains.
This is a feature of our nature. All footpaths are submerged in rainwater. As a result, water transport boats became the means of communication between these villages and the nearest hat-bazaar. So seasonal sailors are found. Who may make a living by farming in other seasons.
Urban people are deprived of the beauty of the rainy season. The arrival of rain in the brick-wood-rock life is not so much a joy for them but a kind of annoyance and annoyance to them. However, for those who think, the beauty of the rainy season captures them wonderfully. So the touch of the poet's writing gives a new look to the rain. The monsoon brings despair to the door of the poor. They are busy protecting their small household from the rain. There is no place for those who have more trouble. With a polythene-wrapped family, they just look for shelter like nomads.
The rainy season means the coming of thick clouds that make the sky black, and sometimes it rains. Weeping water on the roadside. Feeling damp in the room. That is why the poet Shamsur Rahman wrote about the rain of rain- ‘Suddenly the sky turns the white face black, water falls on the chest in the black clouds / It rains continuously, it rains, it rains’.
The rainy season is one of them. The mysterious darkness in the rainy sky became intense moment by moment. Sometimes the whole sky is covered with thick clouds but there is no rain. Sometimes it starts to rain without clouds. Rain is often incongruous in civic mechanical life. It can also be a bit annoying. Rain is more suitable in the middle of forest nature.
That is why the poet Rabithakur said in his novel Naukadubi, ‘The monsoon season is not at all pleasant for the urban human society at all, it is especially useful for the forest nature’. For most urban dwellers, rain is the name of the game. Sometimes, in the scorching heat of the scorching sun, when it rains on the lips, it becomes the most adorable or absolute find for everyone.
In this rain, the warm earth became cold and alive at that moment. Suddenly the mind dances like a peacock. Uchatan mind does not want to stay at home then. The heart becomes desperate in the hope of getting close to a loved one. Unbeknownst to the mind, someone sang - ‘Nato Mann stays alone in the house on this cloudy day / I will go near, when will I get / Ogo your invitation’.
On a rainy day, when you get close to the desired loved one, you can tell everything that is stored in the corner of your heart. When it rains, we get angry at the rainforest without rain. That's all. But today, as a result of urbanization and global warming, the monsoon is appearing in a new form or in a new character. It has unplanned sewerage system in urban life. The life scene of the people of this country has changed a lot. The man who now lives in the village is no longer dependent on his village.
Has become dependent on urban life. Most people's favorite fruit is now bought from the city and returned home. That is why waterlogging is affecting the people of the city. Besides, as a result of losing the navigability of the river, our Bangladesh has to face floods with little rain. Despite the advantages and disadvantages of monsoon, monsoon is the favorite season of many. The dusty nature washes away all the rain water. All around became glittering. Everyone is looking forward to the rain