3. Summarize the following poem.
Because I have seen Bengal’s face I will seek no more;
The world has not anything more beautiful to show me.
Waking up in darkness, gazing at the fig tree,
I behold Dawn’s swallows roosting under huge umbrella — like leaves.
I look around me And discover a leafy dome-Jam, Kanthal, Bat, Hijol and Aswatha, trees –
All in a hush, shadowing clumps of cactus and zedoary bushes.
When long, long ago. Chand came in his honey combed boat
To a blue Hijol, Bat and Tamal shade near the Champa, he too sighted
Bengal’s in comparable beauty. One day, alas.
In the Ganguri, on a raft, as the waning moon sank on the rivers sandbanks.
সম্পূর্ণ সমাধান দেখতে লগইন করুন
প্রশ্নের উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে হলে সাইন ইন করতে হবে — সম্পূর্ণ বিনামূল্যে।
লগইন করুন