O mother, the donor of shelter cotton, and food,
We are coming with you with a few words
We bow down our head in your foot
Having a beautiful flower and fruit.
We are surviving by suckling your breast
So many thoughts having in soul
We pray you with downing by the head.
You are the source of health and wealth
You are also a comfortable dwell .
Mother in this world many your children
Roaming here and there without any brain
Poverty and illness in the world how to drain
Please show the path them in a straight chain
Mother, no peace in this world
Everyone saying confidently I am bold.
Bulls are fighting but calves are rubbing
The poor are weeping, the wealthy are dancing.
Mother, you know the whole globe
Everywhere terror by the COVID-19
Radio-television all news media crying
All innocents are attacked by fearing
Mother, the poor are crying for bread and rice
Government is deaf so not hearing any voice
The life of the poor is hanging in a mouthful donation
How it possible to self-sufficient this our nation
We are not poor by natural resources
Beautiful sceneries asking by the force
Come youth with me earning to toast
Swept is the best source for the roast.
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