East Bangla Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
East Bangla
Treasures of honey in the flowery fertile lands; sweetest smell of splendid fruits; full of basket by the several handmade cakes in different seasons; the agricultural lands were fulfill with the magical touch of natural skilled farmers; granary, cow-house, pond -everything was under godly blessings- it was our Bangladesh
Golden touch was there
Natural pleased loving land
My east Bangladesh
©Mahtab Bangladesh
Chattogram
16/11/2022
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8/2/2025 11:55:50 PM # 1.0.0
A beautiful tribute to the land you love.5 stars