বুধবার, ১১ মার্চ ২০২৬, ০৭:০০ পূর্বাহ্ন
Dr. M. Bodrul Alam Shohag
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In fields where golden fibers grow,
A humble plant, a gift bestowed,
With sunlit leaves that sway and dance,
Jute weaves tales of circumstance.
From earth it springs, resilient, true,
A canvas rich, in shades of hue,
From labor’s hands to bustling towns,
A tapestry of lives and crowns.
In burlap sacks and ropes entwined,
The echoes of the past remind,
Of harvests shared, of toil and care,
A thread of culture woven fair.
When storms may rage and seasons shift,
Jute stands firm, a steadfast gift,
A bridge from soil to woven art,
Connecting worlds, each playing part.
So raise a cheer for this green thread,
For nature’s bounty, softly spread,
In every weave, a story spun,
Of jute, our bond, forever won.
