Let all the friends know the colorful wishes of the spring - Happy_basanta
Maybe there are flowers in Rabindranath Tagore,
Maybe the breathtaking birds will be bored
The forest surrounds the yolk. Match up in the sky
Yet, it is said to be in the verse,
She is sitting in love with the spring traveler.
The air was flooded, the skin on the skin,
The mind is in the vortex of leaves, love
In the stream of eternal music, on the soil chest
Wants to be submerged Wow
As much as the eyes from the aggressive season,
The more he wants to avoid, I see that he is unassailable.
His romantic poetry, like the spring poet,
Freshwater puddles, swelling of the swelling. Understand me at the end
The gully is dew-women love your heart.