21st February

Poem By Neela Nath Das

I feel along my veins, my blood,
I'm a fortunate one who loves
his mother tongue!
My heart leaps up in boundless joy
when I hear Bengali(language)
in an unknown place.
Mad, mad I'm for this milk
which feeds me culture
Oh! my land.
The brave souls gave
their young lives
to save their mother tongue
from others' hand.
Salute to you all
the heroes of Bangladesh!
You immortalized yourselves
on this day.
21st February is that day,
giving lives your debt you did pay!

Comments about 21st February

My heartfelt thanks to you for this veneration to the language martyrs of my country. I being a Bangalee, was greatly moved. Good to know some one speak my language at a far away place.
this is a good write about your mother tongue. we all love our mother land.
A great day to remember, Truly enjoyed it.
A great day to remember, Truly enjoyed it.
There is always a very special place for the mother tongue.AND REMEMBERING THAT GREAT DAY IS NOBLE! !


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