Bengal Revolution 24

Such Seventy – One opens anew door of dawn,
As three million red carpet satisfy some widow from around.
That eleven parts touch six zones of our ground;
As hollow crew slaughter innocent mate below the cloud.
The land of us are now free from horrible crowd,
Alike such beautiful sacrifice touch people heart for eternal love.

What tragic scene occur as time goes around?
What Twenty-Four gain from independence revolution?
As Twenty-Four hours the calendar can red-mark for another round.
What are Those Said, Mugdho, Ria, Faiyaz, Riad, Toni as many more to come?
Are those monuments for names?
Are those faces for witness?
Are those souls for loss?
Are those agonies for show?
Are those sacrifices for none?
Victory like Seventy-One remains!
Victory like a move for a July off remains!
Victory like Said shield us on remains!
Victory like Mugdho water such hollow ground remains!
Victory like Ria hope us to play upon remains!
Victory like resident Faiyaz turn our battlefield house remains!
Victory like heroic Riad voice our invoices loud remains!
Victory like bloodshed Toni wakened such resistance fire remains!
Victory like many more siblings there for a cause remains!
Victory like an unbroken dawn remains!

Though those Heroes are not among us to share a twist of sound.
Though families mourn the sound of tragic loss.
Alike the fore fathers never dies like loss memory of fifty-three nation today.
The righteous honour of Twenty-four,
Be ready for another history to make as freedom say.
The prophecy is made for this ground from God,
No loss achieved will accept as long our victory hear loud.
The flag of red green shall never be perished as one tries to break;
No matter what, victory will remain as long as it takes.

 

(The poet is a student of Literature Major at Notre Dame University Bangladesh.)