Bengali Poem by Mousumi Bhowmik

Bengali, the language of my soul
A melody that makes me whole
Its rhythms flow like a river divine
Touching my heart like the sweetest wine

From the paddy fields to the city streets
Its beauty and grace never retreats
The language of Tagore and Nazrul
Its words and phrases an endless pool

In every sound, in every verse
Bengali language holds a universe
A culture rich, a history vast
Its beauty and depth forever last

Through laughter and tears, joys and pains
Bengali language always remains
A bond that ties us together strong
A language that sings life's sweetest song

Bengali, the language of my heart
A treasure that will never depart
In every word, in every rhyme
Bengali language, a timeless shrine.