Neighbor Poem by Imamul Islam Murad

Surrounded by vast land of our neighboring states
A small piece of land — our Bangladesh,
This holy land is our mother!
We are born here and through countless sorrows
We feel heavenly happiness here!
We are sincere and generous to our neighboring states;
We don't even have barbed wire fences on our borders!
But the secret agenda of our neighboring state has been publicized in an international media;
Then we see — an ugly face behind the mask.