A child in love of Bangladesh. This is her country as well as mine. The flower in her hand is for the martyrs of my country. The flag in her hand is the flag of Bangladesh.
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All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
All new & old generations of our country has one thing in common.... "THE LOVE AND RESPECT FOR THE COUNTRY!!!"
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