Twenty-one of my

Bengali Language brother love, my brother died in February in the mix. Bengali sari under her, the scent of flowers like the purity of the Bengali language ..

Bengalis hero in the eyes of the dream, to win the cheer was built, and the value of vernacular poetry. Determination towards the goal, what is possible and could prevent hundreds of thousands of people bun ..

All the pain in the chest, when the hit-and if you know the language. Gusthira drying without bathing in the blood of the poison will protect the honor of the mother tongue ..

So I understand the crowds brother, the slogan of the street to shake with fear. Drying ruler shakes, tongue bring guns to carry out the shotgun ..

The wind tries to make up heavy sky, floats in the blood of the highway between the city tries to make up the village. Shahid is the language of love, Rafiq, Shafiq, blessed, Shafi, Jabbar, Salam ..

Brutally killed, for every movement ahiullaha, Awal. He brought an independent language, we can say to them that we bangali heroes ..

Twenty-one I'm in love with her chest kuthare seito the song. For song in Bengali, Bengali tune juraina bharai heart, my soul ..

Twenty-one of my pride, my national flag on February twenty-first. They honor and respect those who are killed janye space jayanamaye heart ..

Collected -Naim Jahangir Noyon