My village
Hakikur Rahman
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Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.
Where sing cuckoo and peacock
where you can see magpie-robin
The water of the small river flows
towards its own address.
Where shepherd play his flute
The mind becomes sad
The water drains down during the ebb
Calling by gesture.
Where the water-lily filled the pond
Children swim in the water
All the groups of farmers
go to the boundaries of the field.
Where silk-cotton, Bakul, Palash flowers flourish
Seeing that mind becomes cheerful
Fishermen go to the rives to catch fishes
On the edge of the small river
Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.