At Midnight in 1947
Look here! From my open casement
What a peace! Can you realize?
Sudden the constancy of those dark nights….
Hundreds year of brutality;
Has lied under the feet of our Mother.
At that very midnight, in moonlit night----
Every discontented spirit was singing together.
You can hear the voices of emancipation till now.
Each and every offspring was busy in taking rest in peace,
On the lap of Mother Thousands was rejoicing
After a long decade of bloodshed she wears the bright holy saree.
Mother! Our Mother! Blossom of freedom has filled my garden.
All the incisions of bullets has disappeared from the cloth
The cloth painted the sky with three holy colors at that night----
Colours of Trinity; Truth, Absolute and Beauty.
Look here! From this battlefield,
Do you remember that day of curse?
A strange solitariness chokes my lung even now.
Bloods on the field tell you the story of treachery.
From that day to this night the heroes of that battle has fought
In quest of liberty, became pale so many flower
The horizon had became darker,
The rivers became more red
Land was overwhelmed with the tones of plaintiveness.
Nobody there to hear and to bid them good bye…
Only the tears of the sky had completed their funeral!
For whom? For what? Those dedications was------
Are we? Who are terminating the pride of 1947 in every step?
My hand rises for millions forever,
From whom, the only bread has been snatching…….!!!!
What a peace! Can you realize?
Sudden the constancy of those dark nights….
Hundreds year of brutality;
Has lied under the feet of our Mother.
At that very midnight, in moonlit night----
Every discontented spirit was singing together.
You can hear the voices of emancipation till now.
Each and every offspring was busy in taking rest in peace,
On the lap of Mother Thousands was rejoicing
After a long decade of bloodshed she wears the bright holy saree.
Mother! Our Mother! Blossom of freedom has filled my garden.
All the incisions of bullets has disappeared from the cloth
The cloth painted the sky with three holy colors at that night----
Colours of Trinity; Truth, Absolute and Beauty.
Look here! From this battlefield,
Do you remember that day of curse?
A strange solitariness chokes my lung even now.
Bloods on the field tell you the story of treachery.
From that day to this night the heroes of that battle has fought
In quest of liberty, became pale so many flower
The horizon had became darker,
The rivers became more red
Land was overwhelmed with the tones of plaintiveness.
Nobody there to hear and to bid them good bye…
Only the tears of the sky had completed their funeral!
For whom? For what? Those dedications was------
Are we? Who are terminating the pride of 1947 in every step?
My hand rises for millions forever,
From whom, the only bread has been snatching…….!!!!
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এফ সাকি ১৪/০১/২০১৫Wow!Thanks a lot.
