Beauty Of Bengal Poem by Santanu Banerjee

Santanu Banerjee

In Bengal's Bosom, where Holy rivers flow,
Whispers of the wind in the orchards grow,
Golden paddy dances in the soft sunlight,
Each yarns a story, a lover's delight.

Lotus blooms blush in the marshy embrace,
A mirror to dreams, in nature's grace.
Coconut palms sway like lovers in trance,
Their fronds entwined in a timeless romance.

The village paths, where shadows play,
Kissed by the dusk, at the close of day.
Fireflies flicker, like stars come down,
Weaving soft magic in the twilight's gown.

The lowing of cows, a lullaby sweet,
Mingles with laughter where the children meet.
The horizon blushes with the setting sun,
Painting the canvas, a love song begun.

In the fields of mustard, gold splashes bright,
Each petal a promise, a heart's pure light.
The sky dons a cloak of twilight's hue,
As crickets serenade the lovers anew.

Rivers caress the banks with gentle sighs,
Reflecting the dreams in the lovers' eyes.
Bengal, a siren, with beauty so vast,
Cradles the heart in the arms of the past.

Under the banyan, where shadows convene,
Old tales of love weave a tapestry green.
Here, in the pulse of the earth's gentle sigh,
The pastoral beauty of Bengal will never die.