Ruposhi Bangla Poem by MD. Shinha Sarder

In the land where green fields glow,
And rivers sing as they flow,
My Bengal, queen of beauty rare,
Your charm lives in the air.

Clouds drift across the sky so blue,
Humming tunes the breezes knew.
Dewy mornings softly rise,
With misty dreams in sleepy eyes.

The scent of rice, the touch of clay,
Awakens love in a tender way.
To this soil, my soul is tied,
I return with every tide.

Palm trees, pial and shadows long,
Whisper nature's gentle song.
In golden light the children play,
Their laughter lights the day.

O my Bengal, so divine,
Forever may your beauty shine.
In my heart you'll always stay,
My beloved land, come what may.