The land is always there...It is you who has to return.

I have forsaken her for a place I will never belong, but will always remain under her spell, forever to be, a child of my motherland.

In order to protect the honour of her motherland, she had betrayed the trust of her mother.

Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.

The greatest rivers always find their way to the ocean. Like a ship reaching out to its motherland.

I hate Bangladesh, because it tortures my motherland.

Love & Passion for Motherland is NaturalServing with Respect to Home Land is Necessary.

The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits;- on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Sometimes I can’t tell if you hate this place or love it.”“I love its potential. I hate its past. And I don’t like what it is.” She hugs her knees close to her chest. “The way you feel about the place you grew up in is a lot like how you feel about your family.”“How’s that?”She thinks about it for a long time. “Like isn’t the same thing as love.