Kalboshekhi
Hakikur Rahman
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Here comes the Kalboshekhi storm
Thunder calls a bitter cry
Darkness is all round
Running is all-oriented.
The house top moves
Life does not remain in the heart.
Cows and calves waffle them all
Birds lose their nests
Ganga rises up with waves
There is no one in the neighborhood today.
Do not go in the open field
Then the thunder will hit.
Go home early
Come out after the storm stopped.