My village, full of natural scenery,
brooks, rivers, mountains and greenery;
I dwell in my little home,
with friends I always roam;
Uncle, aunt, grandpa and granny,
They have made children funny;
people of various profession,
peasants contribute major population;
Ekka and banyan tree at thorp end,
Beneath it, I wander with my friends;
consist of enumerable cottage,
That beautifies my village;
Butterfly, dragonfly in the atmosphere,
In the blue sky, are the busy creature;
New brides feel shy,
Later feed us crab fry;
Mothers and motherlands are greater than heaven,
United are villagers, bond of them never be broken;
Urladani is my village,
Residing there is my privilege;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My village - nicely picturized in poetry form .