LK INNOVATE

By Dr Lokman Khan

In the quiet morning light,
A man dreams he’s a bird in flight.
Over a river in Bangladesh he flies,
Seeing its beauty with his own eyes.

The river shines like a mirror so wide,
Showing the sky and trees beside.
The man as a bird feels so free,
Over the land where his roots be.

Green fields and boats he sees below,
In the peaceful morning’s gentle glow.
He hears the sounds of the land he loves,
And the soft cooing of the doves.

He knows this place, it’s where he’s from,
With every beat of the drum.
The river sings, and he feels right,
In his dream of flying, light as a kite.

To fly like a bird, oh what a thing,
To see the land on silent wing.
To look down on the land so dear,
In Bangladesh, where the skies are clear.

A man, a bird, with wings to spread,
Above the river’s winding bed.