AUTOBIOGRAPHY-1 : Childhood, Surroundings and Nature

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