Autobiography-1, My Childhood, Surroundings And Natures Poem by umaprosad das

Having cast-trade of no charm with two acres of farm land
My father in his field toiled hard to yield with his own hand
Paddy, pulse grains, wheat, potato, gram, mastered seed
Spices and onions, the farm productions, family's basic need

Green cornfields around our vill did yield harvests good
Most residents were well content with farming livelihood
The tranquil atmosphere existed here all the year round
No political turmoil, no violence, no spoil in society found

Above our head unending spread the vast, open blue sky
Where clouds float in patches like boat; flocks of birds fly
When the setting sun makes awesome far away the yonder
Enshrouding in reddish glow, lo! What a beauty of wonder

Stalks of mastered plants acres after acres of land bed
Make dance in joy and romance surmounted on head
Tiny yellow blossoms make so handsome the landscape
A marvellous sight golden bright; eyes want no escape

We must owe to the Natures bestow, it pleases our eyes
Beauty and smell please as well honey bees, butterflies
On the green sticks they dance and lick sweet flower nectar
By the way, the value they pay by pollen grains' transfer
...to be continued