Ashadh has come
The clouds are calling, thunder and thunder
My mind is flying, flying, flying
What are the steps,
The sky is breaking, the clouds are pouring,
The distant clouds are ringing,
The boatman is sitting alone,
The empty lake is crying.
The rain-soaked Chatak bird
The black eyes full of thirst
Flying with spread wings,
Ashadh has come to the distant village
It is not getting wet today, Mana.
Manik Chakraborty
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