October 5, 2024
Poet you were, you are, you are among us.
You have shown the way, reminded me, morning and evening.
Do you remember? What you said to our martyrs,
“Is Bangladesh saying what you had to say?”
No, Bangladesh has not always said that, even if it has ever said,
But, it was never enough, never satisfied, or satisfied.
Otherwise, how can the entire country today anarchy?
Violence, and fresh blood Holi game?
Rajpath Ranjit new generation of young blood salt-flood?
In the dumb cry of fearless-tender-simple-pure souls.
How is the blood of those brave martyrs acquired today?
In independent countries, the lives of gold students are lost
freely, recklessly, brutally indiscriminately on the streets,
By the brutal bullets thrown by their own guards?
It is as if the defenders of independent Bengal have become gluttonous eaters today.
Filled with documents of nepotism, corruption, malfeasance, and shamelessness;
It is wrong to keep your back against the wall, bending your spine
Did the invincible lions of the 1970s dream of such a country?
The struggle that day was the struggle of eternal rights!
Whatever happened in the campuses of the universities of this independent country,
With the silent consent of the guardians, so much so that life has gone to the end,
That’s the same struggle! But what is the big difference?
How or if this country is a country of freedom?
And what is it saying today that Asfut is the golden independent Bangladesh?
In seventy-one when for right, the sons of gold fought, standing in a line,
Then there were not so many different caste-religion differences!
I heard that it was to save fellow Hindu brothers from the claws of the Pak army.
The believing Muslims also saved their lives by secretly changing the dhoti to the lungi.
The believers taught the Hindus Surahs, wore hats, and made them pass like Pulsirat.
For those Hindus who are tired of doubts and tormented by questions of Pak Army
They stood shoulder to shoulder in love, they were in impenetrable protection.
But what happened today? That rare humanity has gradually declined and lost its life today?
But why today on the soil of this independent, Sonar Bengal’s own country
Our fellow soldiers are not safe themselves, those Hindu brothers?
Why so much difference? Poet, you understood it right, didn’t you? So you asked,
With food for thought, you said, ‘what you had to say, what Bangladesh is saying?’
Scarborough, Canada
