Rongali Bihu is near with the cuckoo singing
And Kopou blooming
Tinge of jetuka on the clean-washed hands
With Bihuwan offering
Chira pitha laru, all home made foodies
Merrier is the mind
Muga and mekhela chador on their body
Dancers dancing behind.
The ambience of Rongali Bihu
It’s filled with light
On the small plaza, enormous people throng
Everything is bright
Lui is flowing gently, the river is now full
The parched palm trees on both the sides
Flattered by the wind and its cool.
I know the roadways to Guwahati
And the all in the crowded bus
They are now the picture of merriment
Nothing else does surpass.
Rongali Bihu is round the corner
On the street and inside the home
With new apparels the boys and gals
Sing, dance and roam
Bihu is sweet in words, Bihu is sweet in Dance
Bihu is sweet in look, but why once in a year it comes?
