Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita In Shantiniketan’s embrace, on Poush’s seventh dawn, The shehnai’s melodious breath, the festive day’s spawn. Poush Mela opens its eyes, the town rouses with cheer, Vaitalik’s first footsteps, a song-filled atmosphere. Around the entire place, their tunes softly unfurl, Baul music’s essence, in each note, a swirl. A canvas of Bengali folklore painted alive, Dance, song, and sports, cultural tales thrive. With each passing day, diverse activities unfold, An ode to Shantiniketan, traditions untold. From vibrant performances to prayers so devout, The Mela’s grandeur, beyond any doubt. Fifteen hundred souls, their stalls, their art displayed, Ten thousand guests in awe,…