The river has no bank, no shore
Therefore, which bank shall I leave
To which shall I go?
From whom shall I know?
Such songs boatman sing. Nobody knows who composed them or where, or when.......
The marvelous country boats, thousand years old technics, skill and boatmen resilience always remind me those golden time. I seek those old songs, Seek those golden heritage of Bangladesh.Probably this searching will never be end........
The song of golden boat.
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