Aaj bhore ghum bhengechhe kamaaner gorjon shune. Abar ghume tolie jabar age bhablam, ami bijoyeeder ekjon.
Dupure abar ghum bhenge uthe baranday berie dekhi, amar charpashe ek ekta barir churay jhilmil kore jolchhe amader potaka. Aaj roder-o mon bhalo emon laal sobuj peye.
Bikele pothe berie dekhi lakho manusher michhil, ar laal sobujer dheu charidike. Manusher mukhe shonkito khushir hashi. Eto here jabar lojja aaj dheke diechhe potakar utsharito alo.
Ami shudhu nijer bhetore onuchcharito aashar hashi shuni. Amra emonta thakbo na, ei bangladesher manushguloer gorbito tripto hashi chhorie porbe prithibir prantor theke prantore.
Joy Bangla!
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