Dr. Lokman Khan
From distant shores, my heart still beats,
For the land where rivers weave their tales,
Five thousand miles may stretch between,
Yet my soul in Makahati’s breeze sails.
When news of home, good or ill, arrives,
My pulse quickens, my spirit flies,
For in my veins, the Padma flows,
And in my heart, the Sundarbans grow.
I love my motherland, with pride,
For her, I’d stand, for her, I’d fight,
Her beauty, a canvas of green and gold,
Her story, in every heart, is told.
From the fields where jute and rice abound,
To the hills where tea leaves kiss the ground,
Her people, resilient, brave, and true,
Their sacrifices, a legacy, ever new.
Through trials faced and battles won,
Her spirit shines, like the morning sun,
With honor, gratitude, and grace,
We uphold the legacy of our race.
Bangladesh, my heart’s eternal song,
In your embrace, I forever belong,
No distance can sever the bond we share,
For in every beat, you are there.
12 November 2024
LK INNOVATE 
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