Nature

Suddenly the wind sways
The flower of Nymphaeaceae shook-
The girl wearing azure blue sari came,
Pull it out of the water with both hands,
It will become food before the mass noon terminates.

They came from Maltigaon
How many children, old and young, emptying the village,
They too have jumped into the lake like that,
Carp, Snakehead, Shoal, Mullet
Whatever it is, it will be lost today,
All empty before the rage of the clouds.

Hanging on reed branches
The Kingfisher is also in oblivion-
There is nothing left for dinner.

Meanwhile the neglected crabs,
Dry sighs and wants to drink from the sky,
Some say, "I want to breathe a sigh of relief!"