The soil of Tungipara in the chest pocket
.
How much water flowed in the Buriganga,
How much Madhumati’s water has flowed-
Yet, wiped the bloodstains,
Is bloody-river mingled with the Bay of Bengal?
After how overlong years people
will forget the memory of blood,
After how long makes the history will back
In its own orbit – in silent revenge?
When those eunuch killers in blind Shravan night
crumbled the chest of the motherland by bullets
When head droop on the stairs of 32,
the thunder of voice of Joy Bangla of millions of people
when the darkened tends to be wider
and green of the flag being eaten-
yet, did you think this day will back
by becoming another day?
Even then, did you kept gunpowder in your chest?
Not just weapons in a name,
revenge for the murder of the father?
You still have a handful of the soil of Tungipara in your chest pocket.
someone once was sighed and said-
Keep love in care, and this soil will make you brave.
As bloodstains do not erase, consciousness doesn’t finish,
The country has returned to the green through morgue with the courage of soil.
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- The poem is about the father of the nation Bangladesh, Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, who was assassinated with his family members on August 15, 1975, and has buried in Tungipara, where he was born.
- #Buriganga and Madhumati are the biggest tidal rivers of Bangladesh.
Translated by Faruk Ahmed Roni
Copyright@Mustafiz Shafi
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