by Rahman Henry
Bangladesh, a safari for the ruler… Where struggle for freedom and dem… Never ends Where people are the fatal deer That running away towards a lion
Three hundred and ninety six kilom… I crossed to reach the city gate That’s the capital The palace and the kings are there The city gate seemed to be opened
Nothing’s going to be OK, my darl’! You would never be so bad girl Who dares to love me. Me too not going to see