In Dhuhi's heart, the tune of progress plays,
With blessings of the mind in joyous ways,
Embracing pleasure in its sweet embrace,
This land of neither dust nor sand, a grace.
A flood of breezy land, with greenery in crops,
Ruby chubby rice, where life never stops,
The man of grains, the field of paddy,
Where knowledge blooms and culture's embrace is steady.
In scholarly pursuits, our hearts take flight,
Guided by science, knowledge shining bright,
Dhuhi's soul awakened, no longer blind,
In its embrace, progress we shall find.
Buds of hope in twigs within its bosom,
Foundation strong, from Boroliya's wisdom,
Fertility's land, left by river Nona,
Creativity's rain, a gift from Dhuhi's persona.
Mesmerizing paths, picturesque beauty,
Grateful sons, embracing their duty,
Hail Dhuhibala! Jindabad Dhuhibala!
In your sacred heart, progress shall prevail.
Oh, birthplace mine, your song of progress rings,
With blessings pure, and joy it brings,
Embracing pleasure in its sweet embrace,
Thank you, Dhuhibala, for your grace!
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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how refreshing it is to see how much love and respect one has for the place of their birth and presumably their upbringing too .. quite the beautiful poetic tribute to what must surely be a rich and fertile region .. Neville
Thank so much Sir ..!🙏🙏
Home is truly where the heart is, and your heart does your proud in this beautiful poem my friend. To have such a refuge is a blessing. I love the pic you chose, the beauty of nature and the joy of being there in the faces of two young boys.
Your comment is praisworthy for mine🙏
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