Bangladesh will always be home

A Final Journey Home

At eighteen, he ventured, chasing a dream,

To the UK, where futures glimmered and gleamed.

Yet in twenty-one’s shadow, his voyage was spent,

In a foreign land, his spirit was lent.

They carried him home on a whispering sigh,

To the embrace of his roots, where the heart can’t deny.

In Bangladesh, where the soft rivers flow,

Welcoming him back, where deep love can grow.

Green fields stretch wide under familiar skies,

As friends gather closely, with sorrowful eyes.

Resting in silence, in his mother’s warm care,

In the heart of the earth, he finds solace there.

Though he left as a youth, his soul lingered near,

In the arms of his homeland, forever held dear.

Now in tranquil repose, beneath the night’s glow,

In the heart of Bangladesh, where memories flow.

A final farewell, yet not truly alone,

For love binds the distance, in whispers of home.

Though the journey is over, his spirit will roam,

In the fields and the skies, he’s forever at home