With abundant beauty and greeneries
My country is full of affection and love.
I feel proud to birth in this land with all of the above.
Bangladesh is my country, my motherland
Bengali is my language with love full of hand.
I want to live here and want to die
Oh! God, this is my last wish
Don’t let me leave here to survive.
My childhood, my siblings, and my friends
My all-sweet memories are here.
Please, God, keep me here and not send me elsewhere.
Our country is our pride, our own.
So, we should keep respect where we are born.
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Author:
Maya (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I love my country very much. I feel proud as a Bangladeshi, and Bengali is my mother tongue.
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Comments5
Try as we might (some of us) to become citizens of the world...... I know now that my origins do feature and have shaped me more than I thought.
Though I hope that Nationalism and Patriotism are for you not too larger part of your mix.
A good Write - Thanks.
Thank you.
Such love and joy for the place of your birth is a treasure. May you always abide there in peace and love, amidst all that is so precious. A lovely tribute!
Thank you, dear.
I moved from a placed I loved and am trying to learn to love my new place. It was difficult to leave, but necessary. I am glad you are joyful about your life and home.
Thank you.
Welcome!
Wonderful words Maya, you truly love the place where you were born and tha is so meaningful, may your life in your country be full of joy and love.
Andy
Thank you, Poet.
It is a blessing to feel at home in a world that has so many. Thank you for sharing the love you have for yours.
Thank you.
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