বাংলার মাটি ভরে উঠুক,
আরো প্রতিভা ফুটে উঠুক।
সার্থক জন্ম এই ভূমিতে,
চাই বাংলা ভাষাকে নমিতে।
বারবার ফিরে আসতে মন,
এই নদী, পৃথিবী, মাঠ, বন,
তাহারি মাঝে খুঁজে পাই
প্রকৃতির কোলে অনন্য ঠাঁই।
আমার গর্ব, আমার প্রধান কল্পনা,
মায়ের ভাষায়ই শ্রেষ্ঠ জল্পনা।

Bundle of mischief,
Yet so friendly bond.
Bringing smile on my face,
Whenever they're around.
Living a little more,
With their Presence of mind.
A Divine Connection we share,
Which has no Despair.
Full of vigour,
Spreading energetic odour.
My People they are.
This vibe is so rare!

Is reality a myth?
Or a sorcery unleashed?

Is it a mirage waiting to be divulged?
Or simply a muse?

Is it a hallucination?
Or a mystery unsolved?

Is it a miracle which astonishes us?
Or a semblance?

Is it a fiction?
Or a trick to deviate us?

I know I have been an imperfect daughter,
I couldn't be the one you expected.
It still torments me everytime I think about the day you left me.
So many things left incomplete,
So many words left unspoken.
Not a day passes by where I don't miss your presence.
I wonder how you'd look,
How you'd sound,
What you'd have done by this time!
It is worst to live without you papa...
You have been a guiding light to me.
It's really pathetic to lead a life where you're constantly missing someone.
People say I resemble you by face as well as habits,
And that really makes me proud.
I wish I could meet you someday,
I'd tell you how much I miss you,
I'd tell you how blessed I'm to have had such an amazing father!
Wherever you are papa, stay well and happy.
I love you!

You won't know the real pain, Unless you've experienced it.
It is not about heartbreaks or being cheated on,
It's about the sufferings that people go through.
How some people fight with their problems,
How patients fight with their diseases,
How people affected with sickness fight for life,
Without any complaints, but with the little hope to live life again.
Don't ever think that you're lacking something,
Cause there are many people still trying to find happiness in their disability.
They scream in pain, burn in guilt, with the only aspiration to recover and  get their wounds healed.