song by hemanta mukherjee,posted and translated by ranu

 

The poet is describing the wind storm in his song. The rhythm is unbelievable.

The wild wind is blowing

The world is spinning

It’s color is changing

from golden to green

Love is in the air,

some accept and return

Others throw it away

It’s a puzzle none can grasp

The unruly wind makes one cry

and forget

the ever-changing color goes

from black to white,

there is a sudden lull

before it restarts its fury

It’s a battle of life,

You’re brave if you win

A coward if you lose

It brings bad luck,

to a whole host of people

who lose everything.

Such is its pattern!

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