My Homeland. My Bengal. Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

I grasp the wind
I clutch tight to you
My Homeland
My Bengal.


And
With each passing year
I grow young
I grow wise
To be free
As the waves of the Ganges.


But when the clouds
Of kalboishaki darkens my brows
My eyes sparkle lightening
My heart leaps joyous songs
I grasp the wind
I clutch tight to you.

And my Lord
Hears my prayer
A true calling
Pious than any mosque or temple
For I am in love
With my Bengal.

With it's dewy morns
And it's horizons green
It's people brave
And seasons mesmerizing.

My Homeland
My Bengal.