I saw the crimson peak in full monsoon
"Monsoon Melancholy: Unveiling the Crimson Peak's Mystique Amidst Rainfall"
When the wind wakes up and says-
Blood is still shed today;
Krishnachura's many debts to Fagun, or
Fagun near Krishna Chura!
The clouds touch the blue sky
Cities, mosques, temples get wet with rain water
Humanity does not get wet;
I saw God's smile in the child's smile
I did not see God in tears,
God does not get wet with tears
How many graves are increasing day by day.
I haven't heard the news for a long time
You don't have to read newspapers these days.
The smell of blood floats in the air.
A country, or territory
A sea of blood has to be crossed for him;
A city of love, a town
What a sleepless night and sacrifice of womanhood for him.
Still love doesn't happen
Love is defeated by ruthless self-interest.
The blue water of the sea has turned red
The mountain turned red
Roads, rural paths are all red today;
The green nature is painted in the color of Krishnachura.
I see the crimson peak in full monsoon,
Blood and gore today across the city of love.
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Oooo, I really loved the bloodiness in the poem! So awesomeeee!