There are six seasons in our country. Winter is one of them. A winter morning is misty and cold. There is dense fog everywhere. Everything looks hazy. Things at a distance can hardly be seen. . Dew drops fall at night. When the morning sun peeps the dew-drops look like glittering diamond on grass . in this season, the poor people suffer a lot because they do not have warm clothes to put on. The condition of birds and animal’s beggar’s description. They feel happy to see the rays of the sun. Sweet date juice is available in this season. People like to drink the juice. The scene of the winter morning gradually changes as the day advances. The sun goes up and fog disappears. Then people go to their respective works.
Books poem in bangla and with analysis Verse-wise Bangla Translation: What worlds of wonder are our books! As one opens them and looks, New ideas and people rise In our fancies and our eyes. āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦāĻāĻুāϞো āĻী āĻāĻļ্āĻāϰ্āϝ āĻāĻ āĻāĻā§! āϝāĻāύāĻ āĻেāĻ āϤা āĻুāϞে āĻĻেāĻে, āύāϤুāύ āĻাāĻŦāύা āĻāϰ āύāϤুāύ āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻেāĻে āĻāĻ ে āĻāϞ্āĻĒāύাā§ āĻ āĻোāĻেāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে। The room we sit in melts away, And we find ourselves at play With some one who, before the end, May become our chosen friend. āĻāĻŽāϰা āϝে āĻāϰে āĻŦāϏে āĻāĻি, āϤা āϝেāύ āĻŽিāϞিā§ে āϝাā§, āĻāϰ āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻāĻŦিāώ্āĻাāϰ āĻāϰি āύিāĻেāĻĻেāϰ āĻেāϞাā§ āĻŽāϤ্āϤ āĻাāĻāĻে āϏāĻ্āĻে āύিā§ে, āϝে āĻšā§āϤো āĻļেāώ āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰিā§ āĻŦāύ্āϧু āĻšā§ে āĻāĻ āĻŦে। Or we sail along the page To some other land or age. Here's our body in the chair, But our mind is over there. āĻ
āĻĨāĻŦা āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻĒৃāώ্āĻ াāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻĻিā§ে āĻাāϏāϤে āĻĨাāĻি āĻ
āύ্āϝ āĻোāύো āĻĻেāĻļ āĻŦা āĻাāϞেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে। āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻļāϰীāϰāĻা āϰā§েāĻে āĻেā§াāϰে, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻŽāύ āĻāϞে āĻেāĻে āĻĻূāϰে āĻ
āύ্āϝ āĻোāĻĨাāĻ। Each book is a magic box Which with a touch a child unlocks. In between their outside covers Books hold all things for their lovers. āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻি āĻŦāĻ āĻāĻেāĻāĻি āĻাāĻĻুāϰ āĻŦাāĻ্āϏ, āϝা āĻļিāĻļুāϰা āĻāĻ ...
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