Bangladesh : The Land of Pride

In ‘47, the story began,  

A land divided, with broken plan.  

East and West, torn apart,  

But Bangladesh held freedom in its heart.  

A land of rivers, lush and green,  

Of culture rich, with sights unseen.  

Fields of gold and skies of blue,  

The beauty of Bengal, always true.  

The Language Movement, '52, so bright,

For Bangla, we stood to fight.  

Salam, Barkat, in blood they lay,  

But Bangla lived to see the day.

Hossain Soharwardi, with wisdom and grace,  

Guided the people in this race.  

Sher-e-Bangla, with courage clear,  

For justice, he had no fear.  

Maulana Bhashani, the people's voice,

Led the fight, the people's choice.

Mujib, the leader, bold and tall,  

On 7 March, he gave the call:  

"Break your chains, let freedom sing,  

The dawn of hope, let victory bring!"  

The people answered with one cry,  

For Bangladesh, they’d fight and die.

Osmani led the Mukti Bahini,  

The freedom fighters, wild and free.

Major Zia declared the fight,  

For freedom’s dawn, for truth and light.  

Jahanara Imam, a mother’s pain,  

Her son’s loss was not in vain.  

She spoke for justice, loud and clear,  

For every martyr, she shed a tear.  

Noor Hossain, with heart so brave,  

For Bangladesh, his life he gave.  

A symbol bright, a guiding flame,  

He carved his name in freedom’s claim.

The seven martyrs, heroes all,  

Who stood so tall, who heard the call.  

Millions fought, millions died,  

Yet freedom’s flame never died.  

With blood and tears, a nation born,  

In '71, the chains were torn.  

The war was fierce, the battle long,  

But Bangladesh grew bold and strong.  

Jasim Uddin, the poet of fields,  

With simple words, his heart reveals.  

Abbas Uddin, his voice so sweet,  

In every home, his songs repeat.

Kazi Nazrul, the rebel’s cry,  

His fiery words could touch the sky.  

Zainul Abedin, his canvas bold,  

The people’s struggle, in colors told.

S.M. Sultan, with strokes of might,  

Captured the people’s fight for right.  

Sufia Kamal, a mother’s grace,  

Her poems led the freedom chase.  

Shahidullah Kaiser, Munir too,  

For truth and justice, their spirits flew.  

The Independent Radio sent the sound,  

Of freedom’s voice, to the battleground.

Oh Bangladesh, with skies so wide,  

Your story flows, like the rivers glide.  

From hills to plains, from earth to sky,  

Your flag of green and red flies high.

Through every storm, through every tear,  

You stood tall, without fear.  

Bangladesh, a land of grace,  

In every heart, you hold a place.

From '47 to '71, the journey long,

Through blood and tears, you grew so strong.

With leaders bold and hearts of fire,

You rose above, higher and higher.

Today you stand, so proud, so free,  

A shining light for all to see.  

Oh Bangladesh, forever bright,  

Your spirit soars like eagles’ flight!