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East Bangla

Treasures of honey in the flowery fertile lands; sweetest smell of splendid fruits; full of basket by the several handmade cakes in different seasons; the agricultural lands were fulfill with the magical touch of natural skilled farmers; granary, cow-house, pond -everything was under godly blessings- it was our Bangladesh Golden touch was there Natural pleased loving land My east Bangladesh ©Mahtab Bangladesh Chattogram 16/11/2022

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