My Motherland

My motherland is called Bangladesh Its people are good its wind is fresh O my dear motherland is full of greenery Anyone will be impressed by its scenery At midday under the banyan trees Cowboys play flute to find heavenly bliss Its rivers are flowing zigzag just like the snakes Waterfowls are there and in its marshes and lakes Lotus, waterlily and hyacinth are in its waterbodies Its almost beyond expression how beautiful my motherland is Its birds and animals are eye-catching I love my country more than anything