Khudiram Basu, In The Memory Of The Eldest Sister ,Aparupadevi - Samir Kumar Dutta || English poem || English poetry

 Khudiram Basu, In The Memory Of The Eldest Sister ,Aparupadevi

      

           Samir Kumar Dutta

           

The boy had given me peace not even a moment.

He is not my son ,like my child,

My youngest brother ,

I was the eldest sister, just like his mother.

All the male children of my mother died soon after their birth,

At last I bought him from my mother with the fragments of rice,

Since then he had become my son by the name Khudiram .

Registering his name in a revolutionary party without thinking of his future

He plunged into the mission of saving his motherland from the British ,

Late at night secretly having his dinner in the cow shed

He would go into hiding in the darkness of night

Throwing dust into the eyes of the British police .

It remained unknown to him whether his motherland would have been free 

Because he passed away untimely by mistakenly killing an innocent British,

He mistakenly killed an innocent British

But the British knowingly killed him to take revenge

By giving him a capital punishment ,

He was hanged and became a martyr.

At the time of hanging standing on the gallows

He gallantly uttered 

'BANDE MATARAM.'

Nobody cares for remembering his birthday

because of not being a big gun,

But sacrificing death is always memorable and heart rending 

So, knocks on every door,

Exceptional is only the scaffold in Muzaffarpur jail,

His glorious indwelling spirit is worshipped with love and respect.

The coming of khudiram after several deaths

Was for the life to be devoted to the service of motherland

And so he came and so he departed without saying,

The immortal son of the Bengali mother remains martyr

The first martyr of Bengal,my childlike brother of pride, patriot and valorous Khudiram.

       'BONDE MATARAM '