The farmer of Bangladesh

 The farmer of Bangladesh, a hardworking soul

With the land, they have a special hold

From sunrise to sunset, they toil away

To bring forth a bountiful harvest, come what may

In the fields of rice, they plant with care

With the hope of a harvest, beyond compare

Through the scorching sun and the pouring rain

They labor on, with the land, their only gain

From the paddy fields to the fish ponds

Their livelihoods, forever strong

With their hands, they mold the soil

To feed the nation, their toil

They are the backbone of the land

With their hard work, they make a stand

Theirs is a life of simplicity

But their contribution, a great civility

The farmer of Bangladesh, a true hero

With their blood and sweat, they sow and grow

For the nation, they work hard

And on the tables, their food is served.