Amidst the first light of spring, the thick forests on the banks of the river become enchanting,
The blossoms have appeared, and the creeper is fascinating today.
Momentary sighs rise up in the forest,
At the end of the year, the urge rises, the mind does not sit down to work.
Where are the quiet villages, covered by floeres of Bhat, Palash, Shimul;
Tired, I sit alone in front of the roaring ocean.
The harsh beating of reality in the romance of happy sweet memories;
Where is the village of Tripura, and where is this salty coastal plain! Sad Karwar.
©️ Archishman Bhattacharya. 11/3/2024. Karwar .
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