Prose: Our village
Author: Pronab Mondal

Our small groan miniature house,
sociative where barely blends not anybody ish.
All childs of neighbourhood we cousin brother
,to play together feels go to school .
Envies and flights ever not doing ,
to frighten we always father ,mother and elders .
Our small village is equal to mother ,
to give light ,air saver soul.
To infested fielded paddy and full to tank,
cling to moons light does flickering.
The mangoes trees, peachs ,bamboos ,
To have in harmony with rennings such relatives .
To rise seroconversion the golden sun in the morning ;
To call for bird, air flow and to bloom various flowers.