The journey of Bengalis on foreign soil, A storm of hope for the beloved homela

The journey of Bengalis on foreign soil, A storm of hope for the beloved homeland in the heart. All the days full of colorful dreams, A flood of memories mixed with the smell of the soil of the country. Even in the nights of exile, the mind is awake, Even though it is near, it wants to touch the distant sky that is the homeland. As much pain is lost in work, However, I remember that one day I have to return to the country. The path of the village remains in Parana, Where hundreds of memory teams are running. Here today, in this land of exile, Yet the heart says, "My Bangladesh!