Now orchids are blooming here, Sun rises by the call of ‘Koel’! Sun beam around by the call of ‘Keteki’! Everywhere fragrance of ‘Keteki flower’ spread out!
It is the time of blossoming! It is the time of celebration!
A gala for...... “Merriment of brotherhood, Gaiety of collectively High spirited choir with nature!”
People are celebrating spring.. Dancing under the Banyan tree On the mid of the farmyard; Biting the drum with a wish The Sounds go to sky and break the clouds Thunder and rain follows..... With promises To watering the crops in summer; People call it “Madam ‘Bordoi-chila’ coming to her mother’s place!
Everyone venerate For nature and season! They pray to nature Though their amiable laughs and ovation Showcasing gaiety of connectivity and togetherness With a wish for nature’s blessing for production!
From today ‘Rongali Bihu’ is celebrated in Assam,India; ‘Rong’ means cheerful festivity and ‘Bihu’ the festival of Spring, which is link to agricultural activities. After this festival people will start their wet paddy/summer paddy cultivation with preparation of land. It is celebration for seven days. First day is marked for care of domesticated animal, particularly cattle. ‘Bihu’ dance and song are the major part of celebration. Here, a variety of Orchid, call of koel (locally called as Kuli; Koel - Eudynmys scolopaceus- is a member of the Cuckoo order of birds), Keteki (Brain fever bird, scientific name Hierococcyx varius); Keteki flower (Pandanus odoratissimus)are symbolize as the sign of spring. ‘Bordoi-chila’ myth link to thunder storm, this particular as per its roots means butterfly dancer.
~ Underneath a crushing moonlit Roses are dancing in a glow garden Cram of comeliness whispering through my pensive Applaud an agitating mind of dragging love That submerging under a poetic passion A wild **** of beauty wishing to crave a romance Stressing on mind that makes Bubbles of emotions simultaneously, Touching and filling the empty dreams That essence of heaven creating the melody of divine music Passing through the poet's nose and nails Deep ache popping at the heart and stone There render of love conceiving to catch a **** of heaven A tangible gaiety that creates so surprising illusion The glimmer chords becoming to splash The utmost inflames growing to outburst, Bursts into the fire of gaiety-- Psyche pouring a fathomless passion till the twilight Where there I am dancing alone with my shadow, Ah! my Love-- Oh! my Love ---- What a Crushing Moonlit!! ~ @ Musfiq us shaleheen
underneath the crushing moonlit: the beauty makes a divine melody