Men Of Soil Poem by Sumit Ganguly
Men Of Soil
All villagers are rich
pelican air sustain them
blue canopy hold imaginations
field and river nurse the souls.
Nature holds them as new mother
the woods make societies.
They move in straight lines,
feed cities by gems of earth and water.
Like inspiration behind success
they become invisible forces
to move us from today to tomorrow
in a hope cart.
The villagers are the children of nature. They are the true human without any pretentions. Bhalo kathaa bolechhen Ganguly Moshaye.
Ha brilliant outlook and so very wise. I really enjoyed this poem. Thank you
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 4:45:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When we are able to enjoy the gifts of mother nature we tend to be truly rich. Wonderful wisdom, poetically expressed in this excellent poem.
Thank you r your inspiring comment.