When the mind becomes depressed; In the breathless urban climate, the mind becomes ego; Then he ran to my small village. The village that filled me with refreshment;
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Promotions and bouncing back to the body, the enthusiasm and the bush The joy of returning to the roots exceeds all joy. When the birds of the nest come back in the form of a healthy sound, All my surroundings There are people in the moon hood of my blood relatives. The main attraction of the village is its refreshing nature. In the green and green areas of the village, the roar of the birds and the cleansing of the cleansing of the birds filled the mind. In the village there are various identities and unknown flowers.
From grassland to the garden, in the garden of the jungle trees, there are many petalera adorned villages have beautiful Anyone who looks at the ecstatic minds of the beautiful scenery of my beautiful beauty village. In the poem Jasim Uddin's poem, the picture of village nature of Bangladesh is easily realized when looking at my village -