Huko

There is an old village on the bank of river Yamuna.

How many houses are always happy?

There is not a single evil

His name is Sanatan Mittir.

Under the big mango tree by the wayside

Sit in the loft and pull all the time.


"Hey Ramen, where are you going alone?"

"Ajne Katta, go to the new Geram."

"If you tell me the purpose, I can listen."

"New Geram Badan Majhir Dagar Ekkhan Cheli Ache.

Tall and wide, almost a big boy.

There is no difference in color and color.

I want to come from abroad or not!

So let's start a relationship with the eldest daughter."

Mittir's baby said,

"Huh, your daughter has been married!

I hear a lot of things, which is rote.

But listen,

Think carefully and act

If it takes some money,

Say, don't be ashamed."

Ramen Majhi shook his head

He left earlier.

Mittir Babu raised his hand

It takes pulling again.


Three boys and one girl

Was in Sanatan's house.

The little one died in the hands of the robber

And, the girl was bitten by a snake.

Mez boy saw the land deposit

And, the big city is Kolkata.

Last year two balls of paddy rose

Still get a shot at people.


The age is eighty

There was a little cough during the disease.

Hunkor pulls itch itch itch

When, the blood rises to the head.

The maid comes and shouts

And, pulling oil on the chest is calm.

Five years ago

Spouse has been lost.

She was beautiful

And there was cancer.


Now he just sits alone

Sometimes a few people come.

Some people come because of greed

Some are just stories and rumours.


The day passed like this.

One evening

The gentleman coughed

The breath did not return.

Crying at home

And, the shadow of mourning in the village.

In the middle of the night the elder son came

Last night cremation journey.

Burned in the fire

With it, the saint's hook burned.