Bangladesh

Sweet language wrapped with literature Thou keep o silky Bangladesh, thy Soft Nature, still struggling, to get rid of poverty Yet when you were hatched with liberty Cupid killed psyche, cajoled and cuddled Eaten the flesh by the name of Islam, riddled You and ran for the power, the draculian Must be unmask and brought to the million I hope unknowingly and unread those who Blame the Islam they must understand, lo! Quran is opened for all, read before fall Culprits of hatching day must be punished None should be spared, evil must be vanished Yet, both are equally responsible for the wrath O truth thy victory is sure, you clean to be pure Beauty of the land will lure to cure, I’m quite sure.