With very little reasons
Ours is called a land of six seasons.
Excepting some hills on the Eastern side,
And it’s all green countryside.
Largely flat, with little or no landscape,
But it has a glorious sky-scape.
Its sun-ups and sun-downs of various hue
And its variegated clouds will remind you
Of the maps of various other countries of the world.
For a quite reverie
Take a languid river journey
And float obedient to the mighty water
Of the wide old muddy river.
And have a great appetizing lunch
Rice and hilsa cooked in river water
For a wild safari
You may hurry
To the Sundarbans and there
If your luck does favor
You may see a Royal Bengal Tiger
It’s a country known mainly for its flood
It has also got a horrible legacy of blood.
But this is the only country I have got.
I will not leave that country, I will not
It is a country where the country’s name
And the language it speaks are the same.
One day will it be a country of great fame?
Fame or no fame, to me it is all the same.
This is the only country I have got.
I will not leave that country, I will not.
[The writer is a former Chief Justice of Bangladesh]
