Autumn morning
Hakikur Rahman
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Feel the swirling breeze blowing in the air
Wooly wooly clouds float in the sky.
The forest is covered with white catkin flowers
It looks like another world.
This morning is very sweet
Pain drives away from my heart.
The men are chanting on the field
There are rows of boats lined up.
Boy and girl go to school in a team
The shepherd rushed to the field and headed over.
Farmers go to the field with their shackles in the hand
The mother is washing her baby at the pond side.
Lotus erupts at big lake
The sweet aroma of the flowers of jasmine, belly and Spanish cherry.
Where can you see such a site, brother?
There is no limit to the form of beautiful Bengal.
Hakikur Rahman
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Feel the swirling breeze blowing in the air
Wooly wooly clouds float in the sky.
The forest is covered with white catkin flowers
It looks like another world.
This morning is very sweet
Pain drives away from my heart.
The men are chanting on the field
There are rows of boats lined up.
Boy and girl go to school in a team
The shepherd rushed to the field and headed over.
Farmers go to the field with their shackles in the hand
The mother is washing her baby at the pond side.
Lotus erupts at big lake
The sweet aroma of the flowers of jasmine, belly and Spanish cherry.
Where can you see such a site, brother?
There is no limit to the form of beautiful Bengal.
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