Homeland

Bangla is virtuous; Bangla is my mom It is enlightens with the suns glory End of all dark here, delights at Morn. We awaken with the sweet melodious bird’s song Here the river flows in full swing Towards the Bay of Bengal. We are successful in each and every field Either in work, in religion or the tongue To deal in. We are as soft as the moon Love of flavors to Bloom. Lakhs of martyrs, poured their blood for The freedom of language We never forgot Salam, Rafic and Jabbar We feel proud for all These. We are rich in greenery and the environment We are rich in humanity, we are happy and Sing the song, the glory of mom Each and every Moment. We are rigorous in Justice, the world is watching Sixteen, those who were involved in the rape All is sentenced to Hanging. Where can you get such a country! We are proud with our glorious mom, We are brilliant with the gleam of Homeland.