There is my eternal thirst in nature lessons. This thirst is eternal. Subconsciously, the magic of nature has enveloped me in primitive compassion. The river, the sea, the mountains call me to sleep.Calling in the palm of my hand, I also ran to nature. I mingled with the dense green. Ever go to see my village. Holiday direction.
Anache-Kanache. To satisfy the eternal thirst of the unseen and the unknown through nature lessons.I see how much transformation in nature, eye-catching scene. What a colorful variety of colors. I think so. Think and think. How much do we see in this nature with the vision of seeing?How much do I see or feel? I have never thought of finding out the secret of nature!
There is nothing left in the world. As soon as the sight is sharp, the object, no matter how small, becomes invaluable. When the vision is slow again, the invaluable object also goes to the team with constant negligence.The grass flower that grows on the side of this path has not grown with less beauty. Aishwarya matched in what is infinite glory. The green horizon is adorned.
Innumerable colorful grass flowers have kept getting beds in different designs.As if woven by mother's hand, as if woven by sister's hand-sewn Bengali nakshi kantha. Manoharini touches this field as soon as she sees it. I sleep a little wrapped around my chest. Let no dream come in this sleep. Because the dream itself has come true and is in the palm of one's hand. If he had not come so close or the eyes of neglect would not have seen the form of this Bengal, it would have become dirty in the vast mind-desert.
How much longer can you walk on this path? Leaving all that, I continue. I keep going. I see the form of Bengal. This is the redness of the black peak standing on the side of the road in the form of red and red, easily captivates my mind.Ah, what a gorgeous red-green chest, coming out and smiling in its glory. Billache her luxurious crimson beauty! Just when I see a flock of birds flying over it. The scene makes me more colorful.
The joy of having a higher level of happiness makes me insane. Ah, if I were a bird, I would fly around and see the ever-green, ever-enchanting face of my Bengal.