Bamboo dance in rain Shyama Prasad Laha Bankura The dungeon night was dark And horrible was the Horror Park The gate was locked save the sky Yet I listened the hooting- spy Twigs of Lunar light from lighthouse Stretched its hands to catch fish I saw a girl single in the park field Look! She took the grass to kiss. Her eyes were red with fire Thunder and lightning! Yet I admired her hair Mysterious and stunning. Under the Olive she sat On a camp-chair with a lamp post Solitary nocturnal girl suddenly Became an apparition of rain-ghost. It was raining as she was dancing Frog came to jump; snake came to hiss; rattling leaves began to fall Drops of blood beacons the flood. Hush! She had a single leg! She had gone to collect the another From door to door; all in a sleep So, she took a bamboo for her. Now the bamboo dance in rain She felt mighty pleasure plain Ghost society began to tell.... "What a brain!! what a brain!!......"
"And how much time is left mom?" Arthur asked in a impatient manner. "Just wait for a few minutes baby and then you will be able to see the magic." Arthur's mom replied while sowing the 'Instantaneous Seed' in the flower tub. It rained every five years on the planet…
In "English Stories"
"Mommy, I’m so scared!” simpered Rupsha from under the covers. It was well past her bedtime, yet sleep eluded her. She was even having difficulty in keeping her eyes shut for more than a few seconds at a stretch. The lock clicked open, the door swung inwards. Someone’s inside my…
In "English Stories"
Winter mornings are very cold in Darjeeling. Snowfall starts around November. By December, Darjeeling is covered with thick snow. One morning, during the Xmas holidays at school, Rakesh woke up and looked out of the window. He saw that the ground in front of their main door is covered with…
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