Bangladesh in heart
Hakikur Rahman

I am always fascinated by the nature of the Bengal-
The heart melts away,
Rinse, fill hearts
Every day comes new dawn.
Wish is bound by the barrage of consciousness
Memories do not sound as if they are weak.
Heart and mind floating on the edge of the wind
Shocked when I stared at the green.
Astonished, the singing tunes of Kankan
In the barren, flute of shepherd, somewhere in the field, far away.