1971: A War Of Liberation

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After Nine month bloodshed-
A healthy baby born on low
laying part of the southern earth
Neo sediments overlaid on the
footprint of bloody rustic soldier boot
Kicked off by the freedom fighter,
my bro in the liberation WAR

Though wings were broken as if,
Feather looms were exhausted
Baby afflicted to smile herself with
priceless sun shines on the horizon

They demonstrated to doom young,
Cut off my culture and raped my sister
But could not smash my
religion and cultural sympathy,
Plays over through rivers
and songs by thousands of years

At the end of the day,
the bloody had no way to move
Finally killed our pen and poets
on a winter December of 1971
But they didn't know,
'War depends on moral courage'
I am the poet to say some
nuclear words for that bloody swain

Dark covered the horizon,
an endless misery of my mother
So my bro in arms and I am the
poet wait for the win in vain

Revenge takes my bro as if my
RED songs are singing sonorous thee
My baby should be free;
free very soon, new sun will appear…
On a green paper written by
my bro with ink of blood....

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- @ Musfiq us shaleheen,16th December,2013

by Musfiq us shaleheen

Comments (18)

Bro thank you very very much.Allah bless you..Bro I want to take it for my school magazine...
Emotional but not strong. lines well understood and imagination review. 'Revenge takes my bro as if my RED songs are singing sonorous thee My baby should be free' powerful lines i enjoyed more. nice poem SHALE, i love ur poems.
A war waged during our days. We were watching it from the neighborhood and saw from our own eyes what happened. I feel for you. I value your feelings and they are the feelings of a patriot. Great poem, it is.
an excellent peace of writing, keep writing.if fb pls request me.
A patriotic poem, nicely written... i liked the whole poem specially the last stanza.. very mature.
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