The Sun, Moon, and wind of morning;
Every day for me they are witnessing.
My motherland you are,
I want everyone it to share.
How our relation? You know really,
Like a mountain touches with valley.
I remember my childhood's memories;
When I was playing with happiness;
But many jealous are trying,
To cut our relation bound.
But, I don’t mind them,
Because many trees in a forest
Growing up how they want.
These are neither danger or benefit.
By:Anikul Islam
Year:
2019
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