#Bangladesh

 Bangladesh

O dear 

The beloved of the soul is the most beautiful 

The desire of the unborn is found in happiness and sorrow

Eternal companion , dear you.

The most beautiful in the world

Pearls of static stone from age to age

They knocked on my door and asked for love

One moment , give me a little love , a little love.

They say 

You are a rock 

You have no love

Your heart is the garden grass.

I also say there is no love 

There are Mathura beels , field filled mustard wounds.

Date juice taken from a tree in winter morning 

Burning fire made by grandmother in thick fog.

Your face is crazy , I am ruposhi Bangladesh.

The soil and compassion of this country 

This is my pride.

Written by 

M.M. Aminur Rahman