My Country My Mother Poem by Uttam Biswas

Under the shadow
Of your banyan tree,
Tired men, birds and
All creatures feel free.
O my mother -
My dearest country.

In your fields of paddy
Works peasants with your soil muddy,
The current of your rivers
Never get flowless,
That gives our heart
Peace and solace,
When in your fields we see
Thousands of dancing bee.
O my mother -
My dearest country.

When I see you as a mother
I find nobody so nice and better,
You are the best
Of all the rest,
I shall feed on your breast
I shall sleep on your chest,
Feeling comfort and tension free.
I love you my mother -
My dearest country.