My Land, My Native Place - Ii Poem by umaprosad das

In the close vicinity, of the holy town and city, of Santiniketan, Nanoor and Kenduli
Where the foot marks, of the great souls and their works, have made the places holy.
There amongst them, at a small hamlet Bandar by name, I was blessed with my birth,
Where I was brought up in poor status but with the great souls' influence and girth.
Kumud Ranjan Mullik, another Bengali Poet of neighboring hamlet was my inspiration,
And my thought concentrated to become a poet like one of them became my ambition.
Now I am free and fine, to invest my time in literary works and proceed with my vision,
With my earnest zeal, I must continue till I can fulfill my desire and reach my mission.

My village inhabitants, mostly laborers and peasants, struggle for their livelihood,
A few amongst them, who have enough education, leave the village for own good.
There's poverty and ignorance, superstition and litigation, lack of health and happiness,
But overall these, love, sympathy and peace, do supersede; it's my hamlet's uniqueness.
In open heart, they take part, whatever capacity they have, in worship and in festivities.
Not much of pomp, but folk are at romp, having no grudge to anybody or for inabilities.
I was interested, in poetic debate and was overwhelmed by the logics of the local guys
And was deeply motivated to be a poet being inspired by their knowledge and expertise.