My Fulfilled Bangladesh - Poem by Nazmul Haque
If anyone asks what's inside my heart,
I will write the name -'Bangladesh'.
This love-story smells like the soil-
forever absorbed in the sweet rosy scent.
Here the rivers flow on with the overflowing love
of my spell-bound heart from ages to ages.
Upon the breast of the Padma
the boat of sun-shine moves on forever,
and the silvery hair of the dancing waves forever flows on-
I'd like to draw such comparision.
In love or in hatred I quench my thirst
drinking upto my soul the necter of the Meghna,
rich as the age-old sky they are-
within my heart's land.
In the name of God, I can say -
Bangladesh is mine, ya she is mine and mine only,
In the name of my deepest love I can say -
she belongs only to me.
Look at the blue sky,
that's the reflection of my heart's colour.
When my love melts down as dew-drops,
all the grasses of the world take the shower in them.
They whose hearts held fiftysix thousand green spheres-
they are the martyrs,
at the cost of blood they have bought this ever-green land.
Some monsters now want to loot their dream-land,
time has come to hit them back.
Take a look into my heart once again,
just have one more look-
see my Bangladesh has flourished
beyond the space of the universe.
Today I'ill spread around
the endless green of my flag from sky to sky.
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