Phul bole dhonno ami matir pore (audio)
The flower’s verse sings,
I am blessed I was born on earth
In this home I pray to God.
I was birthed on the dust.
My heart is not made of grime.
Lean down, God, gaze at me
see how my petals thrill and throb.
Lend me your smallest touch.
Bless this darling of the dust.
A salute to you from mother Earth.
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