Forest Of Non-Violence Poem by Aftab Alam

A beautiful sun rise,
Saffron, a saint wise!
Paddy fields trusses green,
Calm breeze lovely and thin,
At horizon-All sorts of birds,
And far and far, water all around,
People involved in cyclic sound.

Whole nature seems to me in gown,
Flag of India waved by nature,
It was beautiful Malda Town.

Seeing us in uniform,
Sickle Women;
Clad with White saree,
Red, green, blue.. Margined,
Up to the knee,
With the Shoulder fold
Up to the waist

We halted a while;
They sang a song,
Still I remember,
Faces I don’t.

Aye amaar sonar paankhii,
Aye amaar shaan,
Aye amaar Bharot,
Aye amaar Hindustaan,
Dibo aamii amaar praan,
Niye mukhe muskaan,
Aye amaar Bharot,
Aye amaar Hindustaan,
(India, our Golden Bird
It is our pride
It is Bharat
It is Hindustan
I will sacrifice my life
With a beautiful smile)

A lovely chorus in Bengali,
The Language of Ravindra Nath Tagore
And Qazi Nazrul Islam,
In fact India is country of colours;
Language, race, faith and tradition,
Everything cultivated here,
INDIA-Forest of Non-violence,
And we, 'fruits of peace'


Saree- a lunky like garment, here in India women wear
Bharat/ Bharot/Hindustaan name of India