In the land of Barishal, where the Padma flows
A city of beauty, where nature glows
Rivers and canals, so blue and so bright
Reflecting the sun, such a beautiful sight
The streets are bustling, with people and life
The aroma of street food, causing much strife
For those who can't resist, the temptation to taste
The delicious local dishes, that will never go to waste
The temples and mosques, stand tall and proud
A symbol of the city, where culture is loud
The people of Barishal, are warm and kind
Their hospitality, is one of a kind
Barishal, my city, my pride and my joy
I'll forever cherish, the memories of this beloved city, where I was born and grown.
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