Generally,
summer is such a season when temperature remains hot. Following the afternoon, we
feel very tired, fatigued and exhausted. The reason behind it is same- excessive
heat. This heat drains the body out of water in the form of sweat, and with
this water comes out other necessary minerals too. As a result, severe health
issues like heat stroke happen along with several diseases like diarrhea, food
poisoning, vomiting, fever etc. But if we are health conscious, we can enjoy
the summer beautifully and naturally. At this time, night is shorter than the
night of winter. As the day is bigger, we get a lot of time in our hand for traveling
outside and work. This time is incomparable for spending time in vacation and
swimming in water.
At
this time, because of the over heat of the sun, land becomes hot, water gets dried
up, many rivers lose navigability, and there appears cracks on waterless soil. Towards
the end of the summer, a violent wind surging from the north-west, known as Nor'wester,
blows over the Bengal, causing havoc in the nature.
Summer
season is the time of various types of juicy, cold, sweet fruits; Mango,
watermelon, Jamrul, Lychee, Jackfruit- what to have and what not. During this
time, rose, tagar, bokul, beli, joba and various other types of fragrant flowers
bloom in the evening, enchanting us with their sweet aroma.
The
writings of poets and litterateur on the diversity of summer, the heroics of
the seasons, have enriched our literature. We have got the opportunity to realize
the beauty of nature in a new way. Baishakh and Kalboishakhi jhor (nor’wester) take
a large part of summer poems. Mixing the loveliness of your heart, poets have
given description of the first month of summer in poetic simile. Poet Sufia
Kamal has depicted Baishakh in her poem:
“Crazy,
the air of Baishakh is scattered (উন্মত্ত, তা বিক্ষিপ্ত বৈশাখের বায়ু)
Not
only destroys (ধ্বংস করে না শুধু)
She
increases the life span of the world” (বাড়ায় সে পৃথিবীর আয়ু)
Poems
written by various poets on the theme of summer portray the scorching heat of Joishtho.
Rabindranath Tagore, in his poem “Dui Bigha Jomi”, says:
“It
remembers there is no sleep at night in the storm of Joishtho (সেই মনে পড়ে জ্যৈষ্ঠের ঝড়ে রাত্রে নাহিকো ঘুম)
Waking
up early in the morning, leave for collecting mangoes.” (অতি ভোরে উঠি তাড়াতাড়ি ছুটি আম কুড়াবার ধুম)
There are many poems about Joishtho in which we observe different facets of summer. Fazlur Rahman, in his poem, has written:
There are many poems about Joishtho in which we observe different facets of summer. Fazlur Rahman, in his poem, has written:
“Sweat
drops quickly in the afternoon of summer (‘ঘাম ঝরে দর দর গ্রীষ্মের দুপুরে)
Field-wharf
are broken, (মাঠ-ঘাট চৌচির)
There
is no water in the pond.” (জল নেই
পুকুরে)
“Sunshine
is not but dense flake (রোদ যেন নয়
শুধু ঘন ফুলকি)
Horse
of the fire runs in trot” (আগুনের ঘোড়া
যেনো ছুটে চলে দুলকি)
Summer
does not only come with destruction, overheat or the advent of new. It also
comes with an array of seasonal fruits. Poet Jasimuddin has this reflected in
his poem “Mamar Bari”:
“It
is happy to pick up mangoes on the day of storm in the country of uncle (ঝড়ের দিনে মামার দেশে আম কুড়াতে সুখ)
We
make our mouth colorful with the sweet juice of ripen bam fruit.” (পাকা জামের মধুর রসে রঙিন করি মুখ)
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