All over in farms
bloomed yellow mustered flowers
as gold flakes scattered in fields
Dew drops on the leaves
as studded silvery pearls
chilly and serene winter
Bathing in rivers
juicy delicious mangoes
the unforgettable taste
Smiling lush green trees
season’s fruit laden orchards
juicy sweet sweating summer
Water logged in fields
croaking sound of the toads
ocean came walking itself
Small water animals
loved watching fishes and frogs
floating paper boats in ponds
Colourfull spring flowers
mainly roses and marigold
bloomed broadly in the gardens
Welcomed waiving hands
under its wealthy shadow
in cool breeze the ‘Peepal’ tree
With wind tall bamboos
danced and filled sweetness in ears
resonating flute music
Yearned to live and die
in that Indian village womb
but the fate was not so good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the beautiful yellow flowers of mustard. though there are a few, (300 million) manage to survive, the rest have to struggle on day to day basis, even our flora and fauna..