My Village 'Gazirpara'

By Gazi Abdul Qadir (Mukul)

I he love of the birthplace is eternally filled

in the imprinted in the heart.
( Hir homes are blessed with
Sheikh Gazi's praiseworthiness.
I he memory pot contains tales of the past.
I'luis the mind does not want
lo leave this traditional village.

I .very morning sees the paddy crops and creeping trees.

I lereafter the coolness of the wind-
I he Borobagha River streams by the side.
The holy places are situated in the middle of the Village,
finding the roots where people gather again and again.

My hands are full of affection and love.

rat 15 I oundations of m y life were shaped by
mother's care and father's instructions.

I raveled around the world,

I ouring around America and England's colossal cities.
N a v e been to Paris's Hiffel Tower and Canada's Niagara
I alls.
Yet (here is no comparison to my Village.

I luis. 1 repeatedly return to my relatives.

I here I see Bangladesh's beauty,
I here the heart erupts into happiness;
I he clouds appear after the sunshine.
Where the village and villagers have many links.
I his is my much adored motherland 'Ga/irpara'.