Country love
Kazi Anisul Haque
Country love, country love, country love ..
Shout the scream today with a mic.
Because I have a lack of love in it.
Today, the standard of trial is to be judged,
How much love this country is
Seventy-seven in the thoughts,
Untutur in revolution, Ekattu in consciousness ..
In the era of the twentieth century,
On the way to the way of looking for independence, my brother's dead body
Otherwise, a mother or a sister who lost her honor.
Independence is the royal prisoner in the house of a vulnerable politician.
Who will be Bhasani, who will be Nazrul, Suhrawardy or Sher-e-Bangla?
And what can be heard, the speech of the breaking of the lauhaha cluttered thorny voice?
Every day the exploitation of news paper, irregularities and corruption.
They eat my mother's chest, or even the world harmony!
The fate of the fateful survivors is on the forehead of today's death of Selu
Alas, history, alas, freedom, oh my country!
When will the mass uprising, when will it end?
How many months of silent years
Not only that, just a few days.
Twenty-six-sixteen, mother's debts after specially remembered.
Today, in the sky of the sky, the vultures Ure, find out the hunt and find the victim.
In this country, the anti-liberation opponents are yet to inform the press briefing.
Weird our country, love our country, weird country love.
Show or show people on the seminar or meeting platform or map captive frame.
Whether or not the conscience of sixteen million people who were imprisoned on paper
Tolerance has increased a lot, the body of the skin is heavier than the bulb.
I can say that the sunlight has become, I have become all the boys.
Still want to know, it is like saying ....
Country love, country love, country love ..**
