My Land, Great And Grand-Iii Poem by umaprosad das

All the seasons, with Nature's blessings, take rotation, and fulfill our needs;
With flowers and fruits, corns and roots, many vegetables, leaves and seeds.
Autumn arrives, and highly thrives, the scenic beauty with greenery and grace,
Brings along it, basketful of gifts, so splendid, pleasant atmosphere do embrace.
Miles after miles, white flower spikes, of wild catkins make our land illusive,
Above in the sky, gad and fly, milk white clouds, making the beauty diffusive.
It's prime time, body and mind, do utmost, feel comfort, happiness and ease.
People celebrate, at their best, festival and fair, worship and share, love and bliss.

Goddess Durga, Deepavali, Goddess Laxmi and Holy, Lord Ganesha, Sun and Moon,
People worship, in respect and belief, to get a relief, of evil, woes and misfortune.
In a small bit of gain, they're well content; in loss or death, they do nothing but wail.
They work and enjoy here, sometimes cry in fear, die at last, with no thrust, in this soil.
The innocents do not bother, what happens to world over, a very simple life, they lead.
An attitude of exception, common to each person, to love and serve others in need.
This is our mother land, ever green with trees and plants, snow- covered mountain peak,
Rivers, lakes and oceans, fertile plain, desert of sands, touch beauty at its highest pick.